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Sunday, July 23, 2006
It's About Marriage

Went to svc today and the msg from pastor was great! It was about marriage. Hahaha. It taught me the real meaning of marriage. And also taught me on how to find the correct partner. There's 2 poems given at the sermon handout which I'd like to share. 1st is titled "Walls" which talks about a broken marriage. The 2nd is titled "I need you" which gives a better picture of what marriage really is. Here goes...


Walls
Their wedding picture mocked them from the table, these two whose mind no longer touched each other.
They lived with such a heavy barricade between them that neither battering ram of words nor artilleris of touch could break it down.
Somewhere, between the oldest child's 1st tooth and the youngest daughter's graduation, they lost each other.
Throughout the years, each slowly unraveled that tangled ball of string called self, and as they tugged at stubborn knots each hid his searching from the other.
Sometimes she cried at night and begged the whispering darkness to tell her who she was.
He lay beside her, snoring like a hibernating bear, unaware of her winter.
Once, after they had made love, he wanted to tell her how afraid he was of dying, but, fearing to show his naked soul, he spoke instead about the beauty of her breasts.
She took a course in modern art, trying to find herself in colors splashed upon a canvas, and complaining to other women about men who were insensitive.
He climbed a tomb called "the office", wrapped his mind in a shroud of paper figures and buried himself in customers.
Slowly, the wall between them rose, cemented by the mortar of indifference.
One day, reaching out to touch each other, they found a barrier they could not penetrate, and recoiling from the coldness of the stone, each retreated from the stranger on the other side.
For when love dies, it is not in a moment of angry battle, nor when fiery bodies lose their heat.
It lies panting, exhausted, expiring at the bottom of a wall it could not scale.
I Need You
I need you in my times of strength
and in my weakness;
I need you when you hurt
as much as when I hurt.
There is no longer the choice
as to what we will share.
We will either share all of life
or be fractured persons.
I didn't marry you out of need
or to be needed
We were not driven by instincts
or emptiness;
We made a choice of love.
But I think something supernatural
happens at the point of marriage commitment
(or maybe it's actually natural).
A husband comes into existence;
a wife is born.
He is a whole man
before and after,
but at a point in time
he becomes a man who also
is a husband;
That is - a man who
needs his wife.
She is a whole woman
before and after.
But from now on
she needs him.
She is herself
But now also part of a new unit.
Maybe this is what it means in saying,
"What God hath joined together."
Could it be He really does something special at "I do"?
Something like His creation of a mother when a woman gives birth;
(something so real that neither can quite survive again without the other).
Joining together - in marriage -
two self-sufficient beings
into an interdependence so real
That when you hurt I hurt
(there's nothing I can do about it!).
Your despair is mine
even if you don't tell me about it.
But when you do tell,
the sharing is easier for me.
(To know why I hurt, no matter how frightening the cause,
is easier than living with the theories that fear suggests.)
And you also can then share from
my strength in that weakness.
If we are one
then perhaps you don't always
carry the antibodies within yourself
to fight every infection.
Some wounds are healed
by resources carried in my part of our unit.
When part of a body is endangered
all the rest gears to its defense.
Shouldn't that be true in a pair so committed
they are called one flesh?
Vell Signed off ♥ 1:25 AM
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