With my Beloved March 16, 2010
Is it crazy to say
that I miss you?
I don’t even know
if I’ve met you.
I need you
because I love you
even though I don’t
know who you are.
At times, my eyes
fill with tears
as the pain of
missing you cuts to my core.
I feel acutely,
the sharpness of being
separate from you,
from you, my Love.
You with whom
I am to be one flesh.
You with whom
I am to walk the narrow path.
I long, deeply,
to know you, darling.
And so I offer my
sorrows, such as they are.
I offer them up
to sweeten our life together.
That the little I suffer now
though it seems, at times, much,
that the little I suffer
may smooth the road
in its offering:
making our marriage all the holier.
He calls us both to be saints.
This is no easy calling,
but it is our calling.
And together,
with Christ,
in Christ,
and through Christ,
we can win the race.
I love you
though I know you not
and I entrust
the hour of our meeting
to my Lord,
and His Blessed Mother, Ever Virgin,
and Her most chaste spouse, St. Joseph,
on this, the eve of his feast.
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