Dear Holy Family - Please Heal My Wife (Jun07)

Dear Holy Family [...I Love My Wife...]

(Gave Karen handwritten original June2007)

There’s no worse mystery of life
confronts me now more than my wife.
Her love, and hate, are so mixed…
such that they may never be fixed.

Why such complex loss of reason,
unpredictably, both in & out of season,
should persist… is beyond my ken.

I try compromise, romance, and zen.

I try to understand and to thus cope.
I try to find reasons to maintain hope.
Yet the difference between the sexes
seems to become fused into odd hexes.
And simply often not sharing a mood
somehow rekindles some (?) old feud.

Most of my efforts go awry,
though I cannot discern why.
I love her as a partner and friend.
And my love does not there end,
for she’s mother to my kids & lover.
There’s no cause of hers I’d not cover.

So why does she hold such resentment?
Are all women on recompense so… bent?
Are all relationships merit and balances…
such that toward failure everyone dances?

Surely some forgiveness may one assume
as very few clashes spell a real doom.
Surely tolerance should go both ways
as we each negotiate our petty maze.
Surely provision, and duties parity
should merit for each some charity.

So why is it not so?
How come we do not grow
past our (my/her) petty history?
Her ire is my worst mystery.

I’m a good provider and calm mate.
For tolerances I deserve better fate.
For meeting all needs coming before
I am confused why she keeps score.

Why does she of joys easily forget?
Why on competition does she set?
Why is some imagined old slight
something never to be put right?

It’s obvious Forgiveness is hard,
but as a virtue it requires no bard;
nor does Hope, as in one giving
willingness to better all that’s living.

And Charity needs not come from above,
as it is crucial to just expressing real love.

So perhaps it is Faith that is missing.

She must then fear an eternal contest…
where every effort into wind’s pissing
because she may not win out the best.

But with her I actually do not compete.
I feel cherishing life is no mean feat.
I don’t expect parity, only fairness.
And very often I accept far less.

Accept, also without complaint
and this does not fade love faint.

So I do pray that me she may cherish
before our marriage doth perish.

I appreciate and her adore….
and know it was very good before
she lost faith in me, herself… and us.
I hope we can recapture our love,
and can outgrow emotional fuss.
I pray sincerely for help from above.

I pray God gives back soon to me
my wife of days when she was free
to find happiness in simple life.
I pray God can heal my wife.

Heal her of past disappointment,
and being upon settlement so bent
that she forgets we are blessed.

To many faults I have confessed…
but loving her is not one of these.
I adapt, and change, so to her please.

Please, God show me whatever more
I may do… to rekindle love’s lore,
and help her find whatever healing
is needed for our love to be sealing
our lives with futures sure & bright.

Please bring us both into the light
so we treat each other as is right.
And both feel love’s spiritual might.

Loving my wife is fundamental to life.
I hope the mystery soon becomes history.

Please.
Amen.

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Some other poems I have written to my wife

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