Bridegroom

I don’t know what to say about this poem, except that it is true.

Bridegroom

Bridegroom, I will come to meet You,

If you will teach me to turn and leave

My love of lately-lingering sunsets,

My craving for bitter crumbs of beauty

Which do not satiate but sigh away into sadness

As false spring fails in a fresh fall of frost.

Bridegroom, I will come to know You,

If you will help me to know myself,

The flowers folded in among the flaws,

The grace that glorifies the grief—

The doorstep of Your dwelling place

Which lies along the highway of the heart.

Bridegroom, I will come to love You,

If You will let me learn the way

To worship Who You truly are,

The Word beyond all words of wonder,

The mortal man who danced with death

And deified our dyingness with joy!