If I wrote a letter to my future wife today, what would it say?
Surely i couldn’t talk about her physical beauty
I don’t know that she is physically beautiful (though, come on, she is)
I couldn’t tell her that i miss her touch, I don’t know her touch
But i can imagine,
I imagine her touch is celestial
She is sent to me from heaven
So i’ll tell her i can’t wait to be touched by an angel
I will tell her how 22 verses in the 31st chapter of the 20th book of Heaven’s lyrical legend
Were written about her, specifically
So now, I’m pro-verbs, but even more excited about adjectives that describe her as “noble, vigorous, strong, profitable”
I’ll tell her that she is my proof that God exists
She is the evidence, yet unseen
The embodiment of my faith
I already speak her name daily
Because to cross her name with my lips in utterance is praise
It can be none but
For she is the fulfilment of a divine promise
The continuation of a work began at my birth and
The beginning of many works that will carry on long after i return to dirt
She is the Father’s legacy, the Son’s sacrifice and the Spirit’s companionship
She is my prayer as I am hers
The fertile ground for the cultivation of my seed
My help-meet, helping me meet the demands of the commandment to multiply, replenish
She is God’s love revealed to me in flesh
My interdependent helper, humble as she is wise
I would write her 22 verses, one by one, day by day
And hope they find her well, wherever she is
As i wait in joyous anticipation of that glorious day.