For our sake let not our heroic marriage fatally succumb
To the dragon’s fire. Though our spiritual feathers
Be singed to ashes, we reckon to phoenix after we plumb
The depths of our chaos to seek out it’s hoarded treasures.
Unimaginable sufferings entailed to our rarefied climbs—
Originating from the fall that mortalized mankind’s kingdom.
Transcending ourselves we acceded to grander paradigms,
That bend us toward the soul of our enlightened wisdom.
Having been wholly broken-on-the-cross of our shadows;
We were born again, to take up that cross of being qua being.
Being so, our begets shall become to the spirit of the logos,
And find happiness in suffering—the source of all meaning.
Our sacred vows were taken in the service of lineal glory,
To wit this love sonnet perpetuates our epic love in story.
— David Grzan