No Reservations
A woman stands before me,
tears flowing from swollen sockets,
streaks shadowed by a thin veil.
A full congregation,
tissues in hand, for some will weep.
Their eyes transfixed forward,
I am the focus of their attention.
A pastor’s offering
beckoning a wanted response.
In this vast Cathedral
sighs echo.
What eerie silence within this moment
before the words, “I do.”
Copyright © Craig Mahler | Year Posted 2017
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