And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the
seven vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me,
saying, Come hither, I will shew thee the bride, the Lamb’s wife.
Revelation 21:9 KJV
It is the Wedding Supper of the Lamb,
The places are set,
Awaiting the arrival of the guests.
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The tables are spread with linens of pure white,
Carefully embroidered with purples and reds,
Royalty and Sacrifice.
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The goblets of gold caress only the finest wine,
The plates are cut crystal,
Reflecting the Glory of God.
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Inside her chamber awaits the Bride,
Preparing – Expecting – Envisioning.
She rests with the tender petals of flowers,
Gathered from the fields,
By loving hands,
Sorting – Choosing – Separating,
Only the best for the Lamb.
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Fragrant oils saturate the bed chamber,
Spilling into the hallway,
Floating daintily into the room of the feast,
To anoint the guests,
Drawing on intimacy,
With each other,
With God.
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Soon the feast will begin,
The guests will arrive,
The vows will be made,
True commitment forever.
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And at the moment of peace,
All will be one,
And one will be all.
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It is the Marriage Supper of the Bride.
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Linda J. Humes 