Oh happy day when we say vows of love and receive vows in return. I will; I do, 'til death...
In that moment of bliss and love, it is easy to overlook the everlasting factor. My love and I did not vow to forsake all others. We focussed on our own love, on our pledge to love and honor one another in sickness and in health. Ours was a vow of trust and compassion. We vowed to cherish one another as long as we lived.
Vermont Vow: rings and roses
photo by Cecile
Life is often long; we go through many changes that weigh upon those vows. It is time that makes lies fatal to our vows. Each year a lie is perpetuated, the betrayal of trust thickens, becomes harder to overcome. The lie is a worm that grows in the heart, devouring love and trust. Ultimately the heart gives out.
William Blake's poem is but one example:
The Sick Rose
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Only forgiveness can conquer the invisible worm, can mend the injured heart. And forgiveness will come only when the pain of truth removes the love-killing lie.
Poet Regina Hill provides wise, if sentimental, advice:
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