That Married Land we've not yet consummated, yet holds our hearts near in wanting to express its love in an eternal burst of given-ness...
We cry for the Married Land as babes with no way to hold up even our heads, yet grow to have no want for the Eternal Marriage shore...
Until our Love comes and reminds us why we once cried dry our tears in painful longings to be alone no more.
The Married Land where flesh dresses in garments that do not weary or pain in prolonged slumbers of absent Spirited-ness of union-less wanderings.
Divorced from the Married Land our flesh longs to be; it loathes wholeness and wants not for perpetual despair...
The Married Land where lost purpose is viewed in infinite glimpses of being lead by Love - when we cried for a home we knew not of.
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