The Maker etched his mark on each of us
and set our strides together on the path,
allowing us to skirt the frivolous.
It isn’t difficult to do the math.
Each forward foot consists of twenty toes.
Two voices ring in unison, the song
of service and surrender — love that glows
through shadows on a road four shoulders strong.
The symmetry of body, mind, and soul
compels our beating hearts to synchronize.
When quintessential oneness is the goal,
its promise is fulfilled before we rise.
Consensus hurdles independent views,
and merging trails are smoother trod by twos.