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Dear Reader,
This poem was written from a place of deep gratitude. I celebrate the beauty of marriage — the shared laughter, the steady companionship, the sacred picture it gives us of Christ and His Church. At the same time, I have come to treasure the unique gifts of singleness. Had I been married, I know I would not have been able to write as much poetry, to pursue the creative work God placed on my heart with the same freedom and focus. Both marriage and singleness are good gifts from the same generous Father. Neither is lesser. Both can be lived fully for His glory. My hope is that these words will honor those walking each path, and help the Church embrace every person — married or single — as fully belonging, fully valued, and fully called. May we learn to celebrate both gifts at the same Table.
With hope and gratitude, as I pursue a holy and Christ-centered life,
The Poet
I Corinthians 7:7 – Each person has their own gift from God; one has this gift, another has that.
1 Corinthians 7:32-35 – I would like you to be free from concern… An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord’s affairs… I am saying this for your own good… that you may live in a right way in undivided devotion to the Lord.
1 Corinthians 7:8 – Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: It is good for them to stay unmarried, as I do.
Matthew 19:11-12 – Not everyone can accept this word, but only those to whom it has been given… The one who can accept this should accept it.
Before the first dawn broke, God looked at man
and whispered, “It is not good to be alone.”
From dust He drew a second heart, a second hand—
marriage, fierce and tender, flesh and bone.
Two lives entwined, two souls becoming one,
a hearth where laughter rises, sorrow bends,
where children bloom like stars against the sun,
and love turns ordinary days to dividends.
Here joy is doubled, strength is multiplied—
a living picture of the Lamb who claims His bride.
Yet through the night another voice rang true,
clear as chains and Roman dark:
“I wish that all were single, free like you,
as I have lived beneath the Spirit’s spark.”
No cradle calling, no dividing care,
no midnight fears for those the years might claim—
the single heart can chase the dawn from there,
undivided, burning with His name.
An arrow loosed, unburdened, swift, and bright,
where married feet grow weary in the fight.
Two gifts, not rivals—each a sacred art,
bestowed by hands that know the human soul.
One plants the garden, tends the fragile heart;
the other climbs the mountain, makes it whole.
Neither is lesser. Neither stands alone.
Both carry whispers of the coming King—
one in the cradle’s cry, the other’s quiet throne
of prayer where heaven’s hidden whispers sing.
O Church, my family, why do you raise a wall
that crowns the married first and leaves the rest
in shadowed pews, feeling half as tall,
whispered as “in waiting” or “not blessed”?
You wound the very ones your Savior healed.
You forget the Lord Himself walked untied,
that Paul rejoiced in chains and never kneeled
before the silent idol of a bride.
Come, gather at the Table, side by side—
married, widowed, single—none denied.
For seasons turn, and gifts are not for keeping.
Some hold them lightly, pass them when they must.
Others carry them until the trumpet’s calling
brings every pilgrim home in cloud and dust.
Then marriage fades where resurrection starts,
and singleness will meet its perfect Bride—
no longer two paths, but one burning heart
where Christ alone is Lover, Groom, and Guide.
So honor both. Let neither steal the crown.
In every season, let His mercy drown
our petty thrones, our pride, our needless pain.
Two gifts. One Lord. In Him all shall be well.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 