Invitation To a Garden Wedding

Invitation to a Garden Wedding What temple of praise is it that we raise? A Sunday church of sermons and duty for souls whose altar craze may lose its blaze? That which is of Love could lose its beauty? A rose is not intent upon its scent nor night the light whose absence is essence. But if it were true would judgment relent? Will chastened stone exult and rain fragrance? Our cloistered pleasance, graceful and striking in its aisles and tended devotions christens blossoms of earth’s fertile Firstling. But these blossoms grown wild are bastard sons? From what seed are we sprung? Mary’s “I do.” Life weds grace; the Garden planted anew.