The Bride
How beautiful was the sweet young bride,
In a white satin gown arrayed.
Draped in a sheer gossamer veil,
She stole our breath away.
Her veiled head lay on a pillow soft,
Clasped in her hands a red rose.
Muffed sobs could be heard all around,
As the bride lay in peaceful repose.
Pale was her skin and cold to the touch,
Her countenance angelic, serene.
In contrast to her grieving spouse,
Whose eyes held a sorrowful sheen.
Too soon had she been whisked away,
To live where the angels dwell.
But her spirit had flown, leaving behind,
Her pain and this earthly shell.
As the service began, the pastor said,
"Let's all pause now for prayer."
And I was sure that I could hear,
The songs of angels in the air.
(Loosely based on a real event)
12/17/11
For Andrea's Word Wizard Contest Words used: draped, pillow, muffled, dwell, pause
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2011
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