He sought to be a pious mystic
with serene and heavenly
visage, perhaps
Gregory of Nazienzen
who told us we were gods
through Christ, gifts to
God, transformed in form,
or Julian of Norwich whose
soul dwelt in God and
in whom she saw no difference
from her own substance.
Ah! Ecstasy!
But they had not experienced
Holy Matrimony.
Aye, and there’s the rub.
It’s much harder to be
holy
when slogging through
the sometimes muddy
waters of sometimes
unholy matrimony.
It’s not the baptismal
waters so holy,
but then again, he
didn’t want to
give up the
occasional
ecstasy of holy
matrimony.
He simply
would have to
leave St. Julian and
St. Gregory be.