“I take thee to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward…
How much love you have to give
and time you are willing to wait
for seasons to change and
a broken life to mend?
…for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health…
How many cuts and bruises before you realize
it’s your own blood drying up on your skin
and useless words you are willing to take
before they shatter your mind?
…to love and to cherish for as long as we both shall live.”
How many hearts do you need to break
before you realize that your own
has long been dead and forgotten?
“And now…you may bury the bride.”
Am I still worthy of salvation?