In forming a marital union, two people become something
greater than once they were.
Based off experience, I’m inclined to think this is a
load of crap.
But in some ways I understand. Who would want to
It would misunderstand these men and women to say they
disrespect the idea of marriage.
A misunderstanding that hurt, killed, separated,
and destroyed sisters and brothers.
Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that
they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves.
Does respect mean making traditions immovable?
Or that they are available to all?
Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness,
excluded from one of civilizations oldest institutions.
Only someone who hasn’t felt isolation would deliver
such a verdict.
They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law.
To what lengths will we go to avoid being wrong?
The constitution grants them that right.
I feel a swelling in my chest that wasn’t there before.
It is so ordered.
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