Marriage

Marriage

When,
Oh when,
will you take this breath
as your very own,
to have and to hold 
from this day forward,
for better and for worse?

As your sleeping, lazy eye
wanders from the left
and to the right,
always missing the sight
of this miracle
presented, and re presented
from the day of your birth.

And when will it be reconciled
that you,
the mystified and rectified,
denounce the villain that
beguiles your eyes,
and behold the beloved
buried within your sighs?

The fool,
half starved by longing,
is led like a dog on a rope
by the one 
who searches, 
who thinks he knows the way
down blind, lonely alley ways

Stop.
Return to the IN.
Sit at your heart's table 
and Drink 
your breath.
God awaits your tasting
in every drop.

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