Walk With Me

Take my hand, Love.

The path narrows toward the end,
but still allows room for two.

Take my hand and walk with me.

The leaves of the trees
that arch above our heads
will sigh at our passing;
the birds that sing
among their branches
will serenade our progress.

We will make a way together.

Creation will celebrate
that we are one.

And so shall we, Love,
if only you will
take the chance
to take my hand
and walk with me.
- mce