Song Of Love

I wrote this poem on the occasion of a friend's wedding some years ago. It brings out a wonderful truth.

God took a rib from Adam's side
And fashioned for His man a bride.
Adam took her for his own -
Flesh of flesh and bone of bone.

'Twas but himself he found in her,
'Twas but herself she found in him;
And so the two became as one -
Like vale and hill, like tree and limb.

An echo of that love is here-
A woman and a man daw near;
Each finds themself within the other -
The two are one in one another.

From his side - his heart - it seems
He finds in her his hopes and dreams.
But his love doesn't stand alone -
His hopes and dreams are her very own.

But now we see another bride,
Another man with wounded side;
Everything He has He gives -
She takes the gift of life and lives.

He walks to you on wounded feet;
Without you He'll not be complete.
Come, be married to the Son -
Where there were two - let there be one.