Praying for the Bride

The air perfume heavy

Silk and lace swish gaily

Sighs and sniffles linger

As holy women pray

“We rejoice in you, Beloved

For you love rightly your lover,”

Call the maidens all together

As they stand round the bride hands clasped

“We rejoice in you,” they again cry out.

“For from death rose unfathomable love,

From mourning came laughter, from the grave, life.

May you never forsake this great romance.”

Communion

Footsteps crackle over small stones and gravel

The delicate, musical drip of a slow trickling rain

The whisper of the willows

Wisdom and comfort

The breath slides over my lips

In an elegance known by one

And meant for one.

Tear drops mingled with raindrops slide over my skin

Impassioned petitions lifted high to the One most holy

Arms wrapped around knees

To be as small in this vast space as possible.

He will see the smallness,

And He will care.

It is heard.

There is a reply.

I walk home.