Her Bridegroom's Call

Bride's veil concealing beauty -

White mist unfolding light,

Groom's heart in restless longing -

Rays to pierce mist to bright. 

 

She yearning herself to give -

A garden sacred locked.

He to hold her heart in his -

His love the key long sought.

 

Hers the shaking, clinging hand -

Close on the brink lies unknown.

His hers meets - comforting hand -

His arms to carry her home. 

 

She a rose - shy, timid blooming,

To her bridegroom's gentle longing.

He a fire - quenchless burning,

To find her lips to his belonging.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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