A poem for the season of Ascension and Pentecost...
Like whispering silk, the elm
Like Bridal Veil the birch
The Groom is gone...the Groom is come!
His Body is the Church
The Marriage Bond aspires
to realms beyond closed doors
A new vocabulary transcends
Past covenantal laws
Like Eden's fruit, the Vine
Transplanted now in Heaven's Acre
Wind whistles through the golden pine
Like tongues of fire, the sanguine acer