Stones of Marriage

"It was as though grace and peace
were bestowed on them out of the
sanctity of marriage itself, which
simply furnished them to one
another, free and sufficient, as
rain to leaf. It was as if they were
not making marriage but being
made by it, and, while it held them,
time and their lives flowed over them,
like swift water over stones,
rubbing them together,
grinding off their edges,
making them fit together,
in the only way that fragments
can be rejoined.

From Remembering by Wendell
Berry