The Bridegroom is coming

Even when
the wind stops running and walks to its grave,
even when
the earth fractures like a vase kissing the ground,
even when
the sun radiates like black hue-less sackcloth
and the moon illuminates scarlet,
even when
the stars fall from a coiled sky
and trade places with the mountains and islands,
even when
the grass ignites and turns to gasping ashes,
even when
the sea waves a blue goodbye,
even then
the bride still awaits.

  1. great poetic expression of a profound truth

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    1. Ashley Hearod May 1, 2017 at 8:16 am

      Thank you Joseph!

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