June 21, 2012
The Bride
She stooped, tulle-tied,
To lift the child.
Time stopped,
Her figure atop a layered cake of cloth;
The child some future gift,
Both giving and given.
Bulbs in Heaven burst with remembering.
This woman, this moment:
Hallowed be their name
Among the grey-tinged world.
Laughing, she lofted
Child and life,
Took hold of holy moments,
And ran like a lace-loved girl.
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