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this is not the beginning of the end,
but rather end of all endings
the beginning of all beginnings
the winning of everything lost which
we were told, in faith, is always found again
every soul
is found again
all love lost
is found again
all chains bound are broken
all deficits compensated
all hungers, all thirst sated
amidst six jugs of water and the mother
of God
even every lost sock
every strayed thing
since we strayed from Eden
is found even now in Galilee
that water, should become living water
should become wine, to become blood
and become body, and flesh, and my eternal
body joined to yours
that our tears,
poured out for a thousand days in darkest dungeons
in minds for years beaten and pillaged by dread,
by disappointment,
that our sweat, secreted from bodies demoned by panic
must become living water
that is the inevitable miracle of this wedding day