Mystical
Whisper of sprig
of branch
And twig lace veil
Of virgin mist
draped in traces
Of grace like a
mantle
Of promise on a
bride
Watching for the
unveiling
Vows of the Son:
Now I see but hazily;
Then… in face-to-face
Twinkle of eye.
© Avril VanderMerwe 2013
