We have yet to pledge in certainty —
made certain by pledge and not by time —
yet the state we wish to gain does wait for us
unclaimed but not unimagined.
The world presumes it has unpacked it,
dismantled its secrecy and made it simple,
rules and guides to live it with ease,
but how could the cross be easy?
Our eyes are painted with stars
of eros and venus and romance;
if we blink fast enough we imagine
there is nothing else coming from our union.
When it comes I hope I can say
“I do not marry you because I love you;”
love you I shall, more and more,
but I marry you that you may see Christ.
The Bread of Life, true Bridegroom,
what we consume together even now,
unsure to each other, as close as ever,
one in Christ before we become one in flesh.
Before the altar, in the churches heart
we form a new cell of the church;
and promise not unspoiled eros
but to have and hold the house undivided.
Together we aspire to a noble task,
to oversee the foundation of life,
bound together in a life not our own,
to live, die, in freedom’s heart.
We have been washed in greatness
and fed with Life itself; we shall ask only
to be bound in passing this on,
water and blood and the Spirit.
I cannot see when or where we come
and cease to be two but are one,
yet clear is the call of Christ and bright
his promise to fill and fulfill
and lead us into the mystery
now and ever and forever.