Hallowed be the fragile space that dwells between man and wife. It shall be God’s blessing that holds the wisdom of all creation. It shall be a flame that ignites a lover’s kiss. It shall be beauty that struggles to maintain its holy face. It shall be a bird with broken wings to be mended so it can fly again. When it becomes silent and void, it shall still be a sacred chasm free of all slander, purified by abstinence, and fortified by love. It shall be the same air, spiteful or kind, that man and wife breathe together. Like the water that is pulled from the sea to the skies, it never disappears, but falls to the sea again. That sacred space where love reigns shall be free of all insolence, which only thrives with the desire to be together in mutual assent, free to live by God’s grace.
From my book entitled, "In Reverence to Life."