On the birth of a Twoman (pronounced 2man - when 1 man joins up with 1 woman)

On considering our often tawdry little lives, & then hearing of a brave couple daring to attempt the impossible.

Oh God who else can we go to?
- to bless the mess of what we do
when sometimes we don't want to pay
the kind of cost to be today

what you dream up for good to show
through these small lives where they will go.
We ask you to bless honestly,
not tongue in cheek, that we should be

reflections of such dreams and hopes
as a god has for little dopes,
but oh the difference here I see,
these dopes are his children, that's we

are baby gods, who've zombified
(a sad ol' world - many have cried).
In hearing of a wedding there,
today in Queensland, or somewhere,

my heart is cheered, I shout Hooray!
They're dreaming big, and they will pay
(unless they stop), & help is round
in people who are "on the ground",

for God's not in heaven only;
friends that save you being lonely,
and care for you, are his portals,
though they may be only mortals.

So look your partner in the face
& (knowing you'll need help and grace)
decide to shoot for bigger things
than your own self, & you'll get wings.

(on the day of their wedding)