The good wife

Magic is dead
The stone isn’t bread.
Death is left unsaid,
I cut his thread.

There’s no more to blame.
He won the game,
I’m no more a puppet,
A vulnerable subject.

And if I suffered,
In testing him.
Now I discover
How to truly love him.

So I learned how to swim
In the desert.
And to follow him
Despite all effort.

And I learned how to read
The book of life.
There’re so many seeds
But only one wife.

I saw a dove
Becoming my way,
The stairs from above,
From night and day.

Beauty in my pain,
Love without chain,
Balance in my brain,
All these things inside a grain.

And me like a friend
Who understood :
The king of my land
Is only good.

Galatians 2:20

²⁰ I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

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