a poem in my pocket

Marriage is a meeting, a melding, a matching of two primaly different perspectives. It’s a perfectly imperfect study in passion where one discovers a fine line between ecstasy and agony. Beware of emotional baggage that packs bitterness…open up to launder, expose contents to fresh air.

Love and hate are but two sides of the same coin. Consider the root of anger. Do I really hate YOU in this moment? Or do I hate that you do not (cannot?) love me the way that I really want to be loved? Let go with an open heart, hold on with warm hands. Forgiveness preserves togetherness.

social distancing

will bring out the best and worst

grace always wins