The Wedding
Terry L. Chapman
when the wine runs out
the party?s just begun
but first let thirst deepen
on dry soul?s tongue and
the face of proud host whose
plans fall short redden a shade more
pause while the guest?s murmurs
rise over the mundane drone
give the knowing mother a moment
to garner the courage to ask
let a tear fall from the cheek
of the bride in her inconsummation
for life happens on the threshold
between gasp and grasp
when time stands still
and the guests become silent
and in this pregnant pause
the Future asks for fresh containers
to fill with new wine which
too will run out but leaves
a taste on lips never again quenched
by earth?s fruit longing for the
Day when they will thirst no more
