Our Wedding
Here follows a curious song,
a question 'til now delayed:
Oh, what miracle set us abroad,
then here among the Lakes?
Was it a mutual desire to feel
what new cultures and
languages reveal?
Or that God wills fate to help and
to heal?
Each path, unmet, untold.
Yet, one moment,
one alter,
two hands for each to hold.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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