And so this bridge we call relationship,
we agree, must rest on concrete columns
of honesty driven deep by our lips
forming words humble as earth. Support comes
through trusses of caress, both vertical
and diagonal angling of arms and
firm legs, latched to ironic chords—gentle
hands with strong grasp, air-light feet to command
the dance. We’ll weld these to beams of hope, keep
joints secured with caring acts (holding doors,
sharing chores). Cement our surface with deep
layers of faith, center striped in contours
of reflection and prayer, seeking the key
to insure our grounding in honesty.
Roger Armbrust
August 3, 2007
