your slow sweet-eyed candor,

glancing away to speak of things too close,

as in the way of strangers in a bar,

as in the way of a consciously unguarded heart,
is the unlooked for grace of shared soul

for chad and amanda

it is not lost on those of us who can still laugh

that God has successfully burgled you from our lives

and smuggled you off to a distant patch of red dirt...

with our help

but when i get over that, and myself,

i'll lift a glass looking eastward back at you

no regrets, no turning to salt

only this short time together as GodSpirits

in these bodies, our earthly temples,

our sanctuaries of soul,

wherein daily we lay down our shattered egos

and enter Her endless endless endless Grace