State it loud and true:
We don’t vow because we’re strong.
We vow because we aren’t.
Frail cleaving to fallen.
There in the flicker of friends and fire:
When she stabs will you bleed mercy?
When he jabs, will you gush grace?
Turn cheeks, not tables?
Honor in orbit?
Rings around our fingers,
We all fall down.
I didn’t know how much I loved me, until you.
But mouth of a tomb whispers secrets of having and holding:
It’s being had and held
by One holding all together.