High on a hill the village chapel
Where first our marriage vows we exchanged
Now lies in a dilapidated state of repair.
In natures garden it stands
Winds singing through fractured stain glass windows
Golden beams of light shine through.
I can still see her face lit with sunshine
My heart filled with the music of her I do
There lost behind a veil she smiles
Crowned with the calm and peace of togetherness
The humble man kneels
Do you take this woman, those words
Falling from the heavens lead to paradise
Out through open doors to breathe nature’s rich perfumes
Its beauty opens our lives leading us to the splendour
Of being as one, bound each to each until death do us part.
(c) Chris Black. February 2018.