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The shared silence screams
loudly the broken pain
of the broken oneness
that we once
so vivaciously molded
the oneness of the circle
of our lives:-
Presently, where we are now,
there is no 911; we must
be our own first responders:-
No one can treat our condition
but we ourselves; and must do so
with forgiveness of self, each other,
family—living and dead—as well as
with love, faith, honesty, and as well
with divine wisdom and guidance;
all navigating their healing grace:-
Indeed, the healing awaits us;
and as we embark upon it, let us
be ever mindful of the inspiring
scriptural words (Rev. 21:4):
“And God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes; and
there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither
shall there be any more pain: for
the former things are passed away.”
Today, let us be the one we are;
a single strong string, knotted
into a tied bow of everlasting love;
and as trialing tribulations test,
taunt, and tease our bow, the
tighter the knot must become:-
Thus should our ocean of marriage
flow in its waves of frothing oneness.
May our love forever be as the sun—
the ember of our lives—ever fueling
the onement thereof of our union:-
