A crowd at a wedding, one Year older
by Donald Standeford A park of roses by a murky river Near a stand of ancient oak trees And the lovely lilacs were written In spring's festive furnace; And the summer's labors bear forth Fruit as the year comes Into fruition, ladies in waiting Wear long scarlet dresses, young Still in wonder, smiling in hope Of becoming brides soon, very soon, Wary of the Middle Ages, see Bride shine in summer sun Tiny ring bearer, new grin on his Pleasant little face, and flower girl Seems to be dancing in her strides; Both about to pass into ceremony's Way of making you one year older; The father holds tightly to bride When he releases, there goes the Child, and he is no more father Of only one, as the grandparents Sitting on the folded chairs And gazing in wonder where went The little girl who stole their Thunder? They're left to ponder. The best man, he is losing a friend, Thinks of his own life, how will it End? While the boy beside him, taller By a foot, has no idea what all this Means, as he ogles the girls who arrived In a black limousine. While photographer Counts this her fourteenth wedding, Wonders where time's gone, how She loved this scene so much, how Each ceremony she feels one year older. The groom stands nervous, hopefully Waiting, recalling his vows, soon, soon, All this will be done; is he ready to become With another person, throat dries, how Will he ever be able to speak? And Pastor counts three this month, The next appointment in his busy, busy Schedule on his busy, busy mind. Then The bride By her father's side enters blushing, A veil over her head, the white train Caressing the hastily laid carpet, Everyone swept up in rapturous wonder; In their minds they stand, salute, This youth so young in body and dreams, Of God she's drawn succor, innocence, Life from seed in nature spent, her smile Radiates, enraptured in the moment; With a pause she is finally stilled Before the altar to make her vows; The moment brings singing only angels Hear, songs of each heart involved, A dance is this ceremony to her young Heart, a dance to her God, dearer Than the sunshine that lights her step, Fairer than family or friends, roses Or triple layer cakes, punch bowls Filled with tangy surprises, a miracle Of nature, two become one, and two Become three, so the dance continues Into multiplicity, a joy to be alive For such a celebration And we all in waiting feel the glorious heights Of life in new beginning, past blends to now, This measuring mark, growth in stages, It's what the living do, in ceremony, celebrating Groundbreaking moments all that fuss, so We watch bride and dream of beauty lasting, Groom, and remember youth and its friends, And as we participate we grow one year older And one year older, we become the dream. Don V Standeford http://www.donstandeford.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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