A young lass.
Barely older than thirty summers.
Went off in preparation
For the Groom
Whose Glorious Name she Heard.
Whispered Like Thunder in Reverence,
With The Echoes
Of A Thousand Waterfalls,
Across the Heavens.
“He Cometh, He Cometh,
He Who Cometh From The Skies.”
“The Greatest of Mornings.”
“The Carrier Of Justice,
Peace and Abundance.”
“The Greatest Light Of The Universe.”
“He Cometh Bearing Gifts.”
So she Rode off,
Into the Golden Crimson Sunset,
For One Last Time and said,
“As I ride Into The Night,
I Wish To Retrieve My Precious
Golden Earings That I Lost In The Night.
For I Would Surely Wish
To Wear Them To Supper With The Groom
When The Time Comes.
Into the Darkness, I Have One Word,
Light, Light, Light, Light, Light,
Light, Light, Light Light, Light!
Light, Light, Light…
