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Two & One

Why do we have two

 

Arms

 

Hands

 

Legs

 

Feet

 

Nostrils

 

Ears

 

And eyes?

 

Yet one

 

Heart

 

Mouth

 

Chest

 

Gut

 

Mind

 

Body

 

And soul?

 

Perhaps God

 

Seeing and foreknowing

 

The fractures

 

And divisions of 

 

Earth and sin

 

Made woman

 

And man

 

To stand in the gaps

 

And trust and turn

 

To the One

 

In the midst of the Many.

 

Two arms, two hands

 

One chest

 

For the ones

 

Nearest and dearest to us

 

Will hurt us

 

And even more

 

Hurt each other

 

And we must stand

 

Between broken hearts

 

In divorces and separations

 

Midst hate and dissent

 

Through moves and goodbyes

 

Through falls from grace

 

Through slow fades

 

And have the courage to hold

 

The hand of the hurting

 

And the arm of the abuser

 

To stand as a link between

 

Prodigals and abandoned mothers

 

Former flames

 

And best friends forever

 

Wandering souls

 

And worried companions

 

One chest filled with courage

 

Two arms, two hands

 

Holding the world together.

 

One body

 

Two legs, two feet

 

To stand in a world

 

That’s always on the move.

 

Even when standing still

 

One foot is a second 

 

Behind the other.

 

We may live in the present

 

But we always have

 

One foot in the future

 

And one in the past

 

One foot to stand

 

With those behind us

 

Who made us and formed us

 

Who comforted us

 

Or tormented us

 

Our parents and peers

 

Teachers and fears

 

Embodied and dying

 

As time rushes forward

 

With one foot before us

 

In eager anticipation

 

Of someday friends

 

Spouse and children

 

Of future vocations

 

Wherever God leads.

 

We stand firm

 

In who He’s made us to be

 

Present

 

Married both

 

To what is coming

 

And what has come

 

Two legs, two feet

 

One body, just one.

 

And pairs of eyes

 

Of nostrils

 

And ears

 

To see and smell and hear

 

All the world has to offer.

 

The world is neither

 

Black nor white

 

But black and white

 

And gray and colorful.

 

One eye would give us

 

Poor depth perspective

 

And poor perspective

 

Of beauty

 

Of light

 

Of right

 

And wrong

 

Good and evil

 

Blessings and curses

 

Boons and pains.

 

We need two eyes to see

 

Both sides of the coin

 

The issue

 

The person

 

The world

 

And realize that things

 

Are more complex

 

Than quick glances

 

And first impressions.

 

And two nostrils

 

Can sniff out

 

Truth and deceit

 

As well as clean laundry

 

And foul smelly feet.

 

So many things

 

Waft through the air

 

Literally and figuratively

 

Without our conscious awareness

 

Yet scent is the sense

 

Most tied to memory

 

And with each nostril

 

We bring in the good and the bad

 

To turn from evil

 

(Or odorous places)

 

And move towards good

 

(And pleasant fields abloom).

 

Two ears to hear

 

All things

 

Melodious and malodious 

 

Words both fine and unrefined 

 

Comforting lines

 

From friend and deceiver

 

Challenging criticism

 

From neighbor and foe.

 

For we do not communicate

 

With simple neat word bubbles

 

But gush forth syllables

 

That befriend and betray

 

Truth intermingled with

 

Flattery and envy

 

Love mixed with spite

 

Mixed with fear and regret.

 

Two hears to hear

 

The moanings and groanings

 

Of a dying world

 

And one mind, one heart

 

To interpret it all.

 

One mind

 

To navigate

 

Between the lines

 

Through the lies.

 

One heart to remember

 

All the broken parts

 

Of humanity

 

We face each day.

 

One mouth to eat

 

What we can find in the desert

 

To speak our peace

 

To kiss and betray.

 

One gut to intuit

 

To process and digest

 

All the garbage and dung

 

We are fed to decay.

 

One soul, one body

 

To grow like a tree

 

To bloom like a flower

 

And fade when it’s time.

 

But though we break

 

Into a million pieces

 

Disintegrated

 

Into dirt

 

Soil

 

Dust again

 

We shall be resurrected

 

Whole again

 

One body, one soul

 

One with Him again.

 

But as it is

 

God has placed

 

And arranged

 

The limbs

 

And organs

 

In the body

 

Each particular one of them

 

Just as He wished

 

And saw fit

 

And with the best

 

Adaptation.

 

For we know

 

That if the tent

 

Which is our earthly home

 

Is destroyed

 

Dissolved

 

We have from God

 

A building

 

A house not made with hands

 

Eternal in the heavens.

 

Here indeed

 

in this present abode

 

Body

 

We sigh

 

And groan inwardly

 

Because we yearn

 

To be clothed over

 

We yearn

 

To put on our celestial body

 

Like a garment

 

To be fitted out

 

With our heavenly dwelling.

 

There is one body

 

And one Spirit

 

Just as there is also one hope

 

That belongs

 

To the calling you received.

 

There is one Lord

 

One faith

 

One baptism

 

One God and Father of us all

 

Who is above all

 

Sovereign over all

 

Pervading all

 

And living in us all.

 

 

 

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