To My Wife

To you, my love, my wife, my bride, I write
With all my heart that you may know what’s real
Amidst the chaos—though you may not feel
Like truth prevails within the shadowed night.
My vow to you, I hope it shines a light
To God’s own vow that He has come to heal
And mend your heart and then to you reveal
A peace that He will soon come set aright
The fragile form of this world in what waits
To be revealed; like Heaven’s solid grass,
So too will Love grow truer through the gates
And make our bodies bend the bladed glass.
But now, we love and heal from weak estates
Awaiting transformation’s trumpet blast.