Being a husband is a holy thing indeed. Would God that every word that does proceed Out of my mouth did not come home But on its shield, having lived and died In some great task to serve her need. Would God I knew more of this mystery. It seems repeated everywhere. The sun and moon are married, and the sphere Of water with the sphere of air. You married us, your Church.
beautiful.
The chills this gives me are violent. What a prayer. Well done.
One of your most significant; a wonderful offering.