Right Before

The wind among the trees,

the birds flying leaving 

and taking their shadows, 

here and now trying to keep

at bay there and then 

and the mystery how the two

need each other.  How I am 

nothing without you, you 

nothing without me,

how two make one,

the paradox of time

and eternity.  Suspect

the prayer – “Not my will

but thine” – has nothing 

to do with surrender but 

is a battle cry right

before a victory.

The way two make one

and nothing’s lost.

 

-Byron Hoot

https://hootnhowlpoetry.com