Let us rejoice and be glad
and give him glory!
For the wedding of the Lamb has come,
and his bride has made herself ready.
As soon as I opened my eyes and realized the date, my
mind traveled back 35 years to my wedding day, the start of what I dreamed
would be a beautiful family life. I recalled a poem I wrote that described the
reality:
One sunny morning on the fifth of May
A young maid hurries to prepare for her day
She borrows her mother’s gown, aged an
off-white,
And the gown fits perfectly to the bride’s
delight!
With a delicate veil, she covers her face.
Eyes full of hope shine through soft lace.
Her heart races as she slips into shoes that
are new.
She completes the old adage with a garter of
blue.
A bouquet of pink roses she holds in her hand
While her attendants of three around her
stand.
She takes that step that will change her life
As she walks down the aisle to become his
wife.
A decade later on a sunny May morn
The bride wears a gown that is tattered and
worn.
Three little children are her attendants this
day.
Her bouquet has faded, and the groom is away.
Tears fill her eyes as she recalls that day
When she borrowed a gown on the fifth of May.
After many years, the heartache is old,
nothing is new,
He has forgotten again, and the bride is
blue.
Shortly
after the poem was penned, my marriage ended, as so many others do.
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| She borrows her mother's gown, aged an off-white, And the gown fits perfectly to the bride's delight! |
