Mystery - a sonnet on marriage

 

As when in secret, soul and body form
One new man; or when mind and heart unite
In one purposed plan to weather the storm
And risk the worst because the cause is right;
Or when a bright river runs, fresh and sweet,
And plunges in the waiting sea and makes
The place of meeting an estuary,
Where the two are blended for others' sakes; 
So we have joined our hearts and minds. We bind
Ourselves with vows, and blend and twine, the knot
Of covenant coiling through time. We wind
And slowly grow to something past our thought:
A mystery revealed - one flesh from two -
To show the Love that maketh all things new.

The Estuary of the Siene, Claude Monet
My husband and I celebrate 22 years this Saturday. I am creeping up on being married half my life. And I feel like I am just beginning to understand it, maybe. This poem and the second which posts Friday are about aspects of marriage that have been more especially on my mind this last year.