How do you make your bed in the morning with such care?
Do you see the act as sacred-holy?
Would you if this evening he were not there?
The troubles of this world
which steal the truth and cause us pain,
Sneak into this holy space
Causing Heaven to refrain.
His breath, his warmth
The sweet security
Of his strong arms
And faithfulness to loving only me.
May my loss bless your own marriage
In tenderness and truth
Seek out the sacred
In what belongs to only you.
My Dear Husband
What would you say to other husbands true?
Your eyes, your thoughts, your everything
Is hers, and she is all to you.
Tenderness and patience in the sacred place confess
Understanding for her gender
From time beginning oppressed.
Protect her thoughts, her heart, her body
Sleeping and awake
Determine to sacrifice yourself
Her innocence never take.
Know the increasing depth of what you share
Treasure every moment not expecting life will be “fair”