Marriage

Written by Margene Wiese-Baier copywrited 2006

I look in a floor length mirror that holds tomorrow.

I’m about to get married – not a young giddy bride, but years older and wiser.

Putting my past behind to start a new adventure.

My white lace veil covers my eyes, but I can see.

My shoulders are caressed with fine silk and my skin enjoys the touch of its gentleness.

I see the strength and wisdom that brought me to this place in my life.

I coo to myself as if in a trance ready for flight in readiness to soar to new heights like an eagle.

I am that eagle ready to meet my mate.

Ready to start our life together.

Ready to build a nest softened with the down of our feathers.

Branch by branch we will intertwine our foundation together.

We will talk of love to each other through our beaks.

A love song will engage our every movement.

We will enjoy our oneness and want to be together for all eternity.

We will soar together in perfect harmony.

We will see nothing but beauty surrounding us.

The mountains capped with the purity of snow.

The frosted trees after a refreshing rain holding tightly to their leaves to protect all that they hold beneath them.

The earth covered with pine needles and soft sod that with hold the footprints of all who walk there.

The lakes below of crystal blue ecstasy with tongues of water lapping at their beaches.

The buffalo that thunders across the plains thankful to be forgotten by the hunters of yesteryear.

The coyote plays with her kits and waits patiently for the return of her mate. Brother Elk watching his herem bathing in a nearby lake.

We land to refresh ourselves in the coolness of a mountain stream and I look in and see my reflection and see the promises of tomorrow.