148: Under the Sycamore Tree
In three days I will
marry my love under a
sycamore tree because love and
trees offer us the same gifts.
They teach us how to
weather storms and grow tall
and plant roots and both,
love and trees, fill paper lungs with oxygen.
They make it easier to breathe.
So in three days I will
marry my love under a
sycamore tree and God
will be there because God
is a gardener. And our families
will be there because they
taught us how to love
and when we look back on
this day I hope the thing we say
is that it unfolded like a poem and that
we didn't forget to pay attention and that
the tree covered us and that that,
like love, was more than enough.
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