The Bridegroom
A Poem by Hannah Sanders
Walk, dear friend,
Down sunlit aisle,
Let darkness loose the bind;
Bathe in the light,
The shadows fall behind.
Keep walking, friend,
The sun still shines;
Decapitate that snake,
Those lies.
When night returns
With darkness
Threatening
To swallow sight,
Or winter weight
Falls heavy white
Blanketing the morn,
The bridegroom breaks
The sky with light
Each dawn reminding
That day’s coming!
This message he carries
To the ends of the earth:
‘I’m but a shadow
Of your true Bridegroom
Who returning,
Darkness not splintering
But driving out,
Will give light from Light.