Poem: New Blood from Old Wounds

New Blood from Old Wounds

The bride shimmers in white,
the color of promise and hope,
a moment of quiet
after the tidal wave of joy
that was the wedding.

You linger,
in the shadows of the sanctuary,
alone where your tears will not betray you,

Tears of memory, of your own joy
so many years before, tears
of the loss of that joy,
the betrayal of love,
of your own failures,
of the pain.

But the moment passes,
and your lens changes
as you remember God's promise:
that hope lies in him,
and never fails.

And new tears from old wounds fall,
tears not of loss, but thankfulness,
for the knowledge that hope is always available
to those who open their heart.