Adam and Evelyn

In a great green field, I watch
My son, new daughter-in-law
march past little bells
of half bloomed azaleas.
Tinged with morning dew—
fog lingers beneath a cloudy sky
drawn faint violet by God’s great hands.
 
Adam and Evelyn, wait next to wilted daffodils
in front of the friends who said
you should have broken
up, her family that said
they will never make it.
 
Stand, forget the tears
that fell last night when Evelyn’s father
ran through the failures of Adam.
“Where’s the money, where’s his future?
He’ll lead you nowhere.” But today
 
Sunlight drips from petals,
the rain from last night gone.
Now tears of joy, sunlight
flows slowly down her cheeks, prayer-like,
to counter floods of destruction.
 
Adam and Evelyn,
waltz on grass, in beat
to the heartbeat of so many.
Evelyn’s eyes rest on a dove,
a tiny white blanket tucked in
the wind, trying to flee
from a clothesline.
 
Your friends ill-will, jealousy
Seamed, line the walls
of their destiny. But
No matter who comes against you,
you have God and each other.
 
The dove flies as
the storm clouds build, light
streaks as they exchange vows.
Nature’s wrath begins to fall.
 
But from the garden they ran in rain.
With a kiss, hand in hand
they lead the exodus to safety, while
The dove flies to heaven.