Monday, September 14, 2009

Dearest God,

I wanted to tell you how I heard the angels sing, how I heard them ring the bells and what joy they brought me at the monastery yesterday. But as I began to write this morning I remembered this day 24 years ago when I married the love of my life.

I was so happy that day in Indianapolis. I had never felt so much love from a man. When we took our vows I gave my heart, my promise to always love him. When we held hands and walked back down the aisle as husband and wife, a new day dawned.

I imagined us growing old together, loving each other even into heaven. I had such hopes and dreams for us, for our newly formed family. I committed myself to love his children and prayed that he would love mine.

Years from now when someone asks me about my marriage, I will say I was married for 24 years. This is the final year of our marriage. I feel tremendous sadness this morning. In the darkness I know the morning will soon unfold. The light will come. But my marriage will soon be over.

God,
please hold
my hand today.
And hold
each of
my tears,
his too.
Let the bells
of eternity ring
so that
I may reflect
upon the depth
of your love
that never
goes away.

Love, Andrea