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Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope;
scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

With unusual restraint, she held her tongue
countless times. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth,
she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs 
that on occasion he tossed in.
Some nights she’d lay a weary head 
upon the chest of one she called her husband
 (when he was fast asleep and didn’t know). 
and she'd feel the beat of a heart he wouldn’t show.

With humbleness she supplicated God 
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .
if thoughts, invisible, which were transmitted
to the Lord, by Him were then received,
why could not her words directly spoken
to the one on earth she loved, be heard?

Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially
with faith extraordinary. . . and wisdom came. 
Her love would not be broken, and she grew.
The seed she’d planted too 
took root and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a greying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband(not in word alone),
who watched her as she drifted off to sleep.
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you”
as he kissed her cheek. “Goodnight.”

For the contest FAITH/ sponsored by A Rambling Poet

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