You walked ahead
not knowing I was
thirty years behind.
I was nineteen
putting on a ring
promising till death.
You were forty-one
walking through the
valley of the shadow
ahead of me.
Three decades later
a block apart
our boundaries and times
cross providentially.
Silver hair ahead
of my fading blonde
bent over with tears
we cry together.
We bend holding
hand in wrinkled hand
breathing prayers
and petitions.
Kindred hearts
two souls bound by
the One who holds
our times in his hand.
Sheila Dougal 