Time is Dressed in Bridal White

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Time is dressed in bridal white,

ticking items off her list –

righteousness in sparkling light

with holy raiment wholly kissed.

Not yet grasping married state,

waiting for the Bridal Hall;

ever-changing while she waits

as glories stream to Royal Ball.

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The Bride waits, changing from glory to glory, for the day of her final blessing…

The Bride

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Ever the bridesmaid,

wallflower,

third wheel –

until tonight.

Chosen.

Sought out.

Pursued,

relentlessly romanced.

Delighted over,

enraptured by,

the  Lover of your Soul

paints you beautiful,

veils you in Murano lace,

drapes your shoulders with diamonds,

parades you before your peers,

dressed head to toe in

His

Love.