The Wedding
There we are in the new light,
those auburn/emerald rays
streaming down your veil of lace,
vows colored with joy.
Later: a gentle
veil of dust
crinkles, wrinkles,
tumbles off ancient decorations
and graces your forehead.
We raise our first Christmas tree,
two lives winding into one.
The son of God, himself a vow,
The son of God, himself a vow,
not with a veil, but a crown;
that infant born to intertwine lives
the life of God coming down
with the life of souls reaching up
The gifts continue to arrive
even after the honeymoon:
Beautiful, wonderful things
celebrating our human
togetherness,
like gold and myrrh at the great wedding.
Stephen Carradini is an Oklahoman residing in North Carolina who publishes poems at Gospelized, records music as The Midnight Sons, and reports on music at Independent Clauses.
Stephen Carradini is an Oklahoman residing in North Carolina who publishes poems at Gospelized, records music as The Midnight Sons, and reports on music at Independent Clauses.
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