“I’m not getting married”
…to a man was unsaid.
Not imaginable, the day
Nor the flowers, or bouquet
What a day it could be!
Those purest gathered around us,
Sharing the moment two souls join in God.
“What will he look like?”
Why can’t I see him?
“What will he say to you?”
Why can’t I hear him?
“What will his personality be?”
Why can’t I imagine him?
“Imagine the blessed day,
your wedding day,
an eternal husband awaits.”
Why can’t I breathe?
Mindfully Messy 