A Wedding and a Poem

      In October 2018, I had the distinct honor of being a groomsman in the wedding between Chris and Sarah Winger. You see, I had known Chris for going on 10 years when he met Sarah, and I knew from the get go that this was something special. We were living together at the time, and dealing with a whole litany of miserable issues, but thankfully we were able to come together and support each other as best we could.
      Then he met Sarah.
      It was amazing how well everything just clicked into place.
      It was like they picked up where they left off. Watching them come together, lift each other up, and give Sarah's son, Micah, a complete and organic family. It was a sight to behold and gave me, and everyone around them, a little more hope for the world.
      The words that follow just poured out of me.
      I was even blessed enough to be able to read it at their wedding.
      Those of you who were there, here is the tear-free version. For those of you who weren't, enjoy it and let me know what you think.
      Thanks Chris and Sarah for being a beautiful couple, irreplaceable friends, and just all around great human beings.
      Here it goes.

Intertwined

The great oak sits just past its forest

On the frontier of endless plains.

The great oak is content,

Stalwart and alone in its purpose.

When the sun sets, it sighs.

Dancing under the stars,

Bathed in moonlight

Nestled in its blanket of Heaven

The sun crests from behind
Beams raking the leaves,

Bathing the branches in warmth,

The ground begins to stir.

The oak has but one companion,

Only to emerge for one fleeting moment.

It is the morning mist,

Emerging from its earthen cocoon.

Ethereal arms reaching out

It penetrates the oaks bark.

Enveloping its trunk,

Relentless in its embrace

Time slows to a halt

Oak and mist fall away from Earth.

Taking each other’s hands,

They dance across eternity.

Stuck in their lovey dream,

Their happiness knows no bounds.

Until the oak’s roots find the ground,

And the mist is urged on higher

Time resumes, the sun hangs high.

The mist is long gone,

And the oak stands alone.

Solitary sentinel in its own world.

There is no sadness, though.

For the oak knows,

As does the mist,

They will see each other in the morning.

As sure as the sun will rise.

      Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a great day.