Bread

Preach thou thy word, and I will not convert
And yet respect each syllable you say
Nor try to make thee other than thou wert
Nor from the listening attempt to stray.
The certainty that sends thee on thy way
And brings thee comfort in the days ahead
I would not for the wide world take away
Though I in that direction am not led.
And when, in our near future, I thee wed,
Be sure I will not follow down that road
Yet neither shall I preach to thee instead
Or try to tempt thee from thy heartfelt code.
Rather, as I do now, I shall prize
Thy firm belief, because in thee it lies.