This faithful man, I call him husband, has vowed to
love me beyond my dying breath, who looks upon my many imperfections, choosing
to cast them to the shadows and instead illuminate my gifts, overlaying my
weaknesses with his strengths, creating this oneness most people only dream
about, this idea of being complete without entirely losing oneself.
This steadfast man, I call him friend, has walked
beside me, even into the pit of despair, never straying far and always willing
to step in should the need arise, providing me with sufficient time and space to
grieve and mourn all that has been lost, his hand outstretched patiently
waiting for mine to take hold, ready to guide me from the darkness—from sorrow
and pain into the light.
This enchanting man, I call him lover, is the one
who quickens my heart, and the passage of time only endears him to me more, for
it is still him I long to possess—it is his kiss I desire, his touch I seek, the
gentle caress of his spirit interwoven with mine—and together we have created
this treasure called family.
What is this mystery called marriage? How much
sweeter would life be if we all regarded our spouse with such favor?
Father
God, thank You for the gift of marriage.
© 2019 Amy A. Verzi
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