Marriage
Couples make a big commitment,
when, at the altar, they say, “I do,”
vowing to love, hold, and cherish
and declaring, ‘Til death do us part.”
Not aware of what the future holds.
The unknown “for better or worse,”
slips way into the background,
though they will intersperse.
‘Tis good to plan and dream
about sharing all of life as one,
though the level of trust required
can be more than first thought.
Trust is very, very fragile,
like great grandma’s best China.
Just handle it carelessly, and
it lies in shambles on the floor!
Assume a great miracle happens,
and all is glued back together.
It’s never the same again.
Fractured lines are very apparent.
A precious thing, a marriage,
meant for mankind’s good,
but it can’t overcome all,
if handled by careless fools.
Oh, I could go on and on,
but then, I’d go on preaching.
Yet, it occurs to me just now,
in forty-five-plus years of officiating,
I’m aware of only one marriage…yes, one,
that overcame the curse of infidelity.
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