Dangerously civil,<\/p>\n
We both have come to be,<\/p>\n
A touch of life’s relentless charm<\/p>\n
Gave birth to apathy<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
The stillness of the night,<\/p>\n
Reflects our frozen heat,<\/p>\n
Our honeymoon was summertime,<\/p>\n
Our marriage, fallen sleet<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Now in the loom of failure,<\/p>\n
I cried to God, “Oh please \u2026”<\/p>\n
“Don’t let me down, don’t let me fail,”<\/p>\n
The ground beneath my knees<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
And in his mind, he sleeps alone<\/p>\n
With me still in the bed,<\/p>\n
I’m holding in a weary moan,<\/p>\n
Affection in my head<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
But does he see my misery?<\/p>\n
Within my deep blue eyes?<\/p>\n
I thought we knew as much to where<\/p>\n
We’d hear each other’s cries<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
But apathy has taken hold<\/p>\n
Of sanctity, it’s plain,<\/p>\n
It’s ringed the neck of holy love,<\/p>\n
The baneful takes the reign<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
This stoic bond, it has no end,<\/p>\n
But God says to “Try harder,”<\/p>\n
“You wish that you could just trade lives,”<\/p>\n
“But marriage isn’t barter”<\/p>\n
“I know, I know” I say to Him,<\/p>\n
“But who’s this you’ve provided?”<\/p>\n
“He does not love me anymore,”<\/p>\n
“This household is divided”<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
A regal voice had filled the room,<\/p>\n
I wonder if he heard,<\/p>\n
That God just spoke to both of us,<\/p>\n
I quickly grabbed The Word<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Midnight passed, my eyes on God,<\/p>\n
I felt His eyes on me,<\/p>\n
O, the ways He shows Himself,<\/p>\n
Aesthetic deity<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
How dare I lose my sight of Him?<\/p>\n
I’m all hypocrisy,<\/p>\n
I need to practice what I preach,<\/p>\n
And not passivity<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
“Oh Lord, I ask you, please forgive,<\/p>\n
I cannot comprehend,<\/p>\n
How long you’ve dealt with someone who’s<\/p>\n
Affectionately thin,”<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
I saw his eyes blink open,<\/p>\n
He saw me out of bed,<\/p>\n
He saw the blue within my eyes,<\/p>\n
The woman that he wed<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I felt a kiss,<\/p>\n
From God it had to be,<\/p>\n
My husband’s lips would never miss<\/p>\n
That devil apathy<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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