People seem to lose track of what holy matrimony means. It is about change. It’s not easy to grow old and overcome obstacles together but it brings depth to the individuals and the marriage, a holiness if you will. To drift from that journey is to get lost amongst the weeds.
To me Shakespeare described holy matrimony best in his 116th Sonnet:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
H. Robert Rubin, memoirist and author of Look Backward Angel and How Did I Get Through This? both available on Amazon
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey 