God created man and from him woman
Then did he not also create love, strife
God mends the sprit, but then who mends life
Surely, life can be mended like a stitch on a torn pocket
Therefore, we see love conceived as a quilt
Rent then patched upon patch.
If love were life then marriage would be its embroidery
Love, the holy sacrament of marriage is torn asunder by jealousies and greed
But it is rebuilt piece upon piece, sweat upon tear
Built like the Colossus of Agidies
Never to fall, never to separate, but to anneal, to mend itself
Happiness the ...