Venerated Relics of the Covenant

We are wrapping up our home build, all the main things in place, beds, refrigerator, easy furniture, silverware, cups, bowls, and plates.  Now, the hardest part of all: the boxes of memories.  Where to put 139 years (our combined ages) of boxed up memories.  Some are momentos, some souvenirs, and some, those that mostly fill our boxes, are relics.  These hold such vivid reminders of our life, when life reminded us how grand living could be.  Consecrated events now held in objects of sacredness stored in cardboard boxes of the covenant, the covenant of, let there be life. Life is the most sacred of all, the time of being alive on this earth.  It is easy to say the hereafter is the reality, and obviously, this is true.  But living itself, as we only know it, is as sanctified an experience as we have, and in that having and being come sacred objects, that now confront my lover and me.  Cardboard boxes…so many cardboard boxes, filled with venerated relics of the covenant of let there be our lives.