Wedding Canopy

Silence enters into my restful soul,

As I sit and wait;

Listen to the pitter

Patter of the rain, gently falling,

Cleansing my thoughts, I turn to

God and pray.

I wonder to the one who is able,

The one who broods over me,

Like a wedding canopy, hovering

Near. 

I enter into a soulful

Presence, a being that is bigger

Than any human accolade.

I am enlarged, I hold his meeting

Tent, and he holds me in the palm

Of his nail scarred hands.

We dance…

I am yours.

You are mine.

Eternally grateful to

Take your hand.