MY DEARLY BELOVED

It was cool quiet Saturday morning
I was in church early enough to start my mourning
No one was dead
To everyone around me
It was a time for joy
But i was in a state of shock
The only comfort i could give myself was a silent solemn mourning

I sat in first row
In my neatly pressed black tuxedo
In a cool cold quiet morning
I was in a very dark sunglasses
Darker than that of the security detail of President Obama
Close to the action
I never wanted to miss a glimpse
I sat and watched
My lovebird for years
Marry another man

My worst moment arrived
As the priest pronounced
The covenant vows of marriage
Every word came to me
As a sword
Sharper than Lord Blades
Pushed through
The soft tissues of my heart
That did not end there
The veil was removed
I could behold
My beloved
Who promised
Me her love
As the veil is rolled up
I could feel
My heart bleed
The drops of blood
Were thicker than
The tears of Jesus
In the garden of Gethsemane

As the lips draw closer
My heart was failing
My hope was falling
I could feel the church warming

Yaaaaaaaaaaaw!
Wake up!
You've been sleeping too much lately.

J. B. Eshun (c) 2014