I always thought I would look down at my ringed finger, relieved and secure in my knowledge of being chosen
Instead I find comfort in his ringed finger, Moved by his sign of commitment, more than my own token.
And finding that even this monumental human commitment feels small and fragile, certain as we can be in our unknowingness;
And that the creator’s steadfast covenant is the truer foundation, where I built my life in years of waiting, a true home never to depart from.
