With soaped-up windows
Scrawled with words
They start their past
Free-flying
Fast along the highway.
Blurred between indistinguishable forests,
Behind watermelon trucks and Mercedes,
Behind boys and dogs with flapping ears waving
Like worn grey flags.
They pass
The Pentecostal Church of God
Where pines rise out of beach sand.
They pass
The sleepy Suwannee
With separate faces pointed
Toward the vortex.
They pass them all,
Propelled
Along the highway
With soaped-up windows
Marriage is a life-changing comittment meant to last, yet most of us enter into it with ‘soaped-up’ windows, unaware of all it asks of us. May those being married this month of June have the strength to persevere through the trials that come. And may they also have the exhuberance real love brings.
Translating a World on the Edge 