To my Micah-
I see a bed of tumbled up sheets, every time I see the white
inside your eyes,
And I savor the deep blue that lives there always carrying
surprise
When your arm reaches out
And I’m almost not ready for how beautifully close it comes
There in the quiet, in the sacred
I put my heart up for your ransom
Husband you tickle my senses, persuading me of loves truth,
giving me all
Oh husband, you empty my defenses, crush my apathy against a
back alley wall
When the words we said taste stale and sharp and dead
After a heated moment that wanted our mouths pushed against
each others instead
There I see it burning like the fire the little girl dreamed
Before you made her a woman, and taught her the joy of
reality
Every time I see that lazy smile creep across your lips
Laughter threatening to spill out of your lungs
I close my eyes and imagine eternity filled with joy
I taste deep red wine on the very tip of my tongue
Wine that tastes like communion, things that make me
remember
This covenant would not, could not be
If Jesus had not taught us how to love, how to see
By dying first, choosing first, loving first before we knew
how
Jesus, teach me to covenant myself to my husband like
eternity
In the here and the now
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