Today’s Prayer to Passage will be from the book “Doctor Zhivago” by Boris Pasternak.
Today I pray, “Dear God, It is a choir singing to declare that I have made the space for marriage. I had been resigned to marriage in the past. ‘Not for me,’ I courted. I courted my stance against marriage for years and years and years. Until I fell in love. Now, I stand at an aisle of wonder. Every door is open to me. Warm light floats through every window of a warm home, onto the bitter cold street. And I am enveloped in love and commitment. I am welcomed into marriage. And I accept this glowing invitation. Thank You. Amen.”
Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to reveal this passage:
“Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life, since no living thing can exist without it.”
I have shared one of my favorite passages twice already in this medium of communication. And I must share it again:
“The work of art which I do not make, none other will ever make.”
This is suddenly a tingly feeling I have about marriage. And it came about as I was typing it. Sometimes, transformation happens in an instant, in a pop art brilliance of what wasn’t there before. I no longer conform to the idea of marriage. I transform into the love that I deserve. This is my life’s priceless work of art.