Joel and Dulce met back in twenty sixteen, On a Wednesday night—quiet, unseen. Joel was a leader who stood by the door, Greeting new faces he’d not seen before. He smiled and he waved as folks wandered inside, Making new people feel welcome with pride. Dulce spent days in a cubicle row, Answering calls where the miseries flow. She listened to worries, complaints, and despair, Doing her best just to show that she’d care. Unbeknownst to her, just a few feet away, Sat the youth pastor’s wife working each day. She spoke of the church and the joy that it brings, Of young adults gathering Wednesdays for things. Dulce leaned over and asked her some more, Then soon she was walking through that church door. She sat near the back and planned to slip out, No talking, no waving, no lingering about. But Joel had noticed her there in the room, And his heart did a quiet boom boom ka boom. He thought to himself, as she walked by his view, “Did Pocahontas’ great great grand daughter just walk through?” When Dulce stood up and headed to go, Joel followed outside, moving fast, moving slow. She smiled, her eyes shone warm and bright, And everything suddenly felt just right. Fireworks flew and the birds seemed to sing, A baby was born some miraculous thing. And that’s how it started, no pressure, no plan, Just a smile and a hello… and something began.