My father and I shared our minds and
Musings one late crisp eve.
He beckoned my eyes to descry in the distance
A silhouette of symmetry.

A towering tree loomed in the darkness.
Its branches clouded, its treetop round,
Perfectly shaped as by a sculptor’s hand.
To a secret, this tree was bound.

The night awoke and rose from its slumber,
The sky brightening that sweet silhouette.
The light yawned, a discovery dawned;
The tree revealed to be a duet.

Two statues, standing as if arms adjoined.
The pair—a sweetgum, an evergreen.
My father, spying their kind and more,
Said a parallel could be seen.

These two trees, a portrait of two wedded,
Though each unique, they have grown together.
No two trees could be more different
In shade, in leaf, but joined the better.

The trees, seen as a single silhouette,
A bond of two paired alongside.
As in marriage, two darlings in union,
Through time and turbulence abide.

Whether life is beaming and brilliant,
Or cold and harsh as nighttime,
Two lovers, they are in triumph beheld,

Coupled for a lifetime.

Jenny McGill
Jenny McGill (Ph.D., King's College London) works in higher education and intercultural affairs, currently serving as a university dean and teaching courses on culture, mission, and research methods. A Fulbright award recipient, she writes nonfiction for various magazines and academic journals. Her books include Religious Identity and Cultural Negotiation, The Self Examined, and Walk with Me: Learning to Love and Follow Jesus. Connect with her on Facebook or Twitter.

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