Tuesday, December 30, 2014

do you love me more than these?

Your promise is not an easy one:
For your promise is simply this:
 I am with you.
In sickness and in health,
In riches and poverty.
I am with you.

Your promise is not an easy one:
that if I would descend to the depths of the netherworld,
that if I would end up alone and lonely in the cold,
that if I would end up deserted, beached on the lonely
shores of failure,
your promise would be unbroken.

These bridal vows, lifted
from Solomon's Song,
are renewed today, this Christmas day,
And all the days that follow it.
This sweet and solemn covenant
That you offer to me,
Freely, of your own volition,
Awes me, humbles me,
And frightens me.
That there can exist a love so great,
A mercy so limitless,
And I am so limited in scope,
So truncated in imagination,
That I can hardly understand
But can only respond:
with the words:
You know that I love you.

I hardly even know it,
Most days I cannot believe it,
But you--and perhaps only you--
You know that I love you.
I do not "wish" to love you,
I do not "try" to love you,
I do not "hope to one day fully love you,"
You know that I do--in fact--love you.
And that truth by which I live my life
Is all the promise
I can muster in return for yours.


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