On Their Wedding Day

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It was the wind he noticed, as the wedding party arrived at her aunt’s house. It pushed his hair and he loved the way it played with her veil. Where would they be, after this beautiful fall day? He wondered.

The photographer put them through poses, especially up by the fence line. The groom was in awe, as the light of the sun, gently touched her face. He was filled, and yet struck with the awesome responsibility of loving her. Placing his arm around her proved, there was a divine. There was cake of course.

She was moving beyond living the dream. The strength of the two of them together was tangible. And yet, she was ready to so completely melt into his strength. She had never met anyone, that so wonderfully carried gentleness and strength together. They both yielded.

They were two young warrior hearts, already healed of scars. They would need that strength in the years ahead. Born of eagles, they would make it through though.

It was the light that carried them.

       

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

When There is the Hint of Autumn

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When is just a hint of autumn in the air, a cool morning, I think of us

planning our wedding, so many years ago. Talking

with Rev. Ann, and your aunt getting her house ready,

for that wonderful day and the reception.

       

I was surprised we paid off the ring so quickly, and I was in love with the way it looked

 on your beautiful finger. I always think of us when

there is the hint of autumn

in the air.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Her Wedding Day

Bride - Early 1900's

A Prose Poem

It was her wedding day, so yes, she could smile again. It was true that she was young and her husband was a little older, but he loved her deeply. He was kind and gentle, like the others of her tribe. Somehow, because of the terrible times of the past, they were all aware now of how important it was, to be loving. They longed for there to be peace, and love always.

It was a new day, the salmon were running again, and her husband was not only a good hunter, he had started working at the lumberyard. All the men said it had to do with the Great Chief in Washington, showing the first people respect. He loved the wilderness, and hunting so much, he placed great pieces of land aside, to protect it, and to keep it sacred. It was a good sign.

And here it was now, her time to be married. She looked forward to the future, and all that the Great Spirit had in mind. This picture was taken just after she had prayed for many strong children, and that she and her husband would love each other – always. She knew that it was good. It was very, very good.

 

 

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Image of a First Nations bride, taken in the early 1900’s, from Pinterest

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”