Can You Spend Your Life

Can you spend your life with a man for the way he holds your hand?

For his mysteries?

For his silence?

Can you base that decision on faith?

We have so little.

Words and colors,

Sky and earth,

Light and dark.

Little in common to the outward eye.

But who would I be without his constant

patient strength and abiding love

without the net he crafted

of so many fibers

a net large enough to catch

my shards and broken places

where I came to understand

that he would always be there

in the rain and storms

to meet the sun with me.

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