To Bless this Space Between Us

Promise this world your love-
For better or for worse,
In sickness and in health,
So long as we shall live. 

This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes. 

Try, as best as you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light. 

If you remain generous,
Time will come to good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushes with beginning.