Oh Prodigal God,
Hear my call, and forgive my faith of rags and tatters. You are the God of sombrero galaxies and horseshoe crabs, God of immaculate wonders, yet my biggest fault is underestimating You, not asking more, not asking for more eternal, not standing in insouciant confidence on all you have already done for me.
Heal this child, oh beautiful Splendor, heal this child, my dearest Love. All my broken words are not enough to draw a rough chalk effigy
of the single, seamless garment
You are spinning out around all of us
Don’t worry–I am not writing to-nor will ever attempt to–marry you.
I read your wife’s letter and I think I have something better than a prematurely offered new spouse.
I will be praying for you and Amy and your three beautiful children. The ordeal you are all going through sounds scary and harrowing.
So…prayer…prayer to a Person who I believe to be real, eternal and prone to the miraculous.
Nothing is “more” than the kind of love that…
So, prayer…in the hope that your love with your current wife will last forever.
And the understanding that whatever happens, no wife as wonderful as Amy can be easily replaced.