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The Wedding Arbor

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Here, she had awaited ages ago

For wedding guests to arrive

In had seemed then, that nature sang grace

As everyone arrived, taking a place

Along grassy stepped terraces

Where white-gowned lilies stood

Edged by Queen Anne’s Lace & larkspur

Violets & grapevines entwined & knotted

Round and round as love itself

Held tightly one minute, loosed the next

But in early sunlit days below the willow

She had drawn from that place, as water

Wells of shelter, promises & hope

Then she’d stood her ground, and stood

As dry deserts encroached & choked

Only years later did it seem the arbor changed

Reminding her less and less of shelter

And more and more of the value of weathering

Standing unprotected through greying storms

Enduring gusty winds in tired flight

She had found strength by abiding here

Through hours uncertain, in love’s awaiting place

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings

Author: LightWriters

Life. Faith. Wellness.

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