For my sister and her future husband


For the Bride and her Groom
by
Tina Blackledge
5-10-2014

The sun peaks above the horizon.

signaling the dawn of this special day.

He loves her, she ponders as she lies in bed.

As she praises God for the happiness he has gifted her,

butterflies flutter their way through her body.

Joy, love and fear compete for her attention.

Glancing slightly left she admires the gown

that will make her feel like a princess

this day.

Fear quickly turns to excitement

and she pushes herself from her bed.

The itinerary for the day’s event runs through her mind

as she prepares to be bombarded by her loved ones

eager to make this day memorable.

A knock at the door

signals a flurry of activity in preparation for her prince.

She loves him, he ponders

with a mix of excitement and fear.

Staring at the empty space beside him,

a broad and loving smile graces his countenance.

Never again will he wake

in a bed empty of love.

A persistent computerized tone

jars him to attention

as his family begins to call.

His friends and brothers

burst into the room to prepare him for his princess.

His joy and nervousness cannot be contained

it bubbles over as rapid fire stories to the kin that aid him now.

She is ready. She is beautiful.

Her long amber hair piled in tight ribbons atop her head,

The gown hugging her curves

in an elegantly modest fashion

accentuates the beauty within her heart.

Tears of happiness and joy

threaten to spoil the well laid preparations.

Tender hugs and loving words

are showered upon her as the ladies fuss here and there

around and about her ensuring each detail is firmly in place.

She gazes at her reflection and feels very beautiful.

He is ready.

The suit he has chosen adorns him with strength and masculinity.

He is so handsome.

He radiates joy and love for his princess

and the room is filled to the rafters with delight.

Good natured jokes and slaps of congratulations

upon the back help the men hold their emotions in check.

It will work for now as they have not had a glimpse of his soul mate.

Voices in the hall signal the beginning of the event.

Many a footfall can be heard just outside the bride’s door.

Her heart quickens and her breath catches

as she hears her love

just beyond the thin barrier.

He loves her, she feels.

A few moments pass then the knock at her door arrives.

“We are ready for you, my dear.”

All the ladies deliberately avoid eye contact

for they know the joyful tears will not be held back.

Instead, they focus on the task at hand,

getting the bride to her groom.

All in their place,

The Groom stands proud and tall looking handsome,

if just a bit nervous.

The bride stands arm in arm with her two sons

just beyond the chapel doors.

Her sons cannot believe

that the woman whose arms they cradle

in nervous anticipation,

has transformed into the glory they see beside them.

She tells each of her children how much she loves them

and they return her affection in earnest.

Her eldest, a daughter, serves as her matron of honor.

And now turns to take her place

as first in line.

The anticipation is as tense as lighting

is before the strike.

The procession begins and the chapel doors are opened wide.

The matron of honor walks in step carefully,

for she is heavy with child.

The wedding guests stand and turn to greet

the bride as the wedding march begins.

The Groom’s knees feel weak as he waits,

then the world stands still as

the bride steps into the room.

She loves…me.

His breath is stolen as her glory fills the room.

A quiet tear escapes his control.

She loves…me.

The bride is given to her groom and for a moment,

it feels as if they are the only two in the room.

Their eyes lock,

He loves…me.

He is so magnificent.

He is so beautiful.

The adoration he holds in his gaze

washes over her and she is nearly overcome by the intensity of it.

He loves …me.

Their attention is drawn back to the ceremony as the

pastor asks of their commitment.

Promises are made,

I love you…wife.

I love you …husband.

Rings are exchanged and the two lost souls become one whole.

The groom tenderly kisses his new wife.

The wife returns her husband’s loving kiss.

Joy explodes throughout the room

Husband and wife, for now

and evermore

lovers, friends…Soul Mates.

All my love Sis and future brother-in-law.

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4 thoughts on “For my sister and her future husband

  1. My Elder sister is marrying a man two weeks from this very day. Each time he looks at her there is nothing but adoration and love being poured unto her and it fills me with great joy so I thought I would share this joy with all of you. Enjoy.

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    • You are very welcome, Nance. You deserve all the happiness that this world can muster! My most fervent prayer is that you and Joel renew your deep love moment by moment, tear by tear, and step by step. God has gifted you and he with a glorious opportunity to complete one another in every way, but most importantly, by spirit. Your love is going to change your little corner of the world. Blessings upon you…I love you with all my heart and soul.

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