A PRIEST
So delicate,
So fragile,
And yet, so strong.
My little girl.
My beloved spouse.
Who is she?
Pure,
Untouched,
This tender shoot,
This blossoming flower.
Yet, she is mine.
To hold,
To have,
To protect.
God’s Eternity in her womb.
Wondrous treasure!
How did I,
A simple carpenter,
Merit such a priceless gift?
With heart and soul,
And rough hands clenched,
I give my pledge.
This fragile flower
Will not be crushed.
Heaven’s Vessel
Is safe with me tonight.