I have known
the difference
between what is
sacred
and what is
profane.
But I have been
puzzled over:
water into
wine,
word made
flesh.
Stepping into
the river,
I finally found
my conviction
made
concrete.
Saying that I
would step into
the water
did not matter
until I did.
My love for you
has no
reasons,
only the moment
onwards when
I said
that only death
would part
us.
(Nov. 6, 2009)
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