The Relationship
Those months of infatuation
are over.
Our honeymoon is in pictures
boxed away somewhere.
It's been rocky:
anger, a separation or two.
My vows have not been
as sacred as yours.
But now I'm back
to adore you,
lovely God,
to love you
as I never did before.
Here are my alabaster boxes.
Let me grow old in your arms.
Those months of infatuation
are over.
Our honeymoon is in pictures
boxed away somewhere.
It's been rocky:
anger, a separation or two.
My vows have not been
as sacred as yours.
But now I'm back
to adore you,
lovely God,
to love you
as I never did before.
Here are my alabaster boxes.
Let me grow old in your arms.