Is the Bride Dead? - POEM of the MONTH!

Is the Bride Dead?

Is the bride dead?
The flame in her veil
Is quenched with fear,
And an apathetic exhale.

She sits on the fence
With weak conviction,
Uneducated faith
And misinterpretation.

Novice or false prophets
Gifts misused or omitted
Warned by the belt of truth
Caring not to be acquitted

She stands overlord
With abusive power;
Prosperity founded
A top a glass tower.

Stained without surrender
She sleeps in the pew;
Another face in the crowd
Benefiting from the few.

Forgetting grace

Returning to works

With a warm embrace

As the enemy lurks.

Her tongue rips hearts
With an unbridled tort,
And idle conversation
Without exhort.

Deceived not to offend,

Blind toward idolatry,

Or everyone to condemn

To the point of bigotry.

Adapting with love,
She lacks altogether;
Bearing another's burden,
She will not weather.

Her sin brings chaos,
She divides like yeast;
Fooled by indifference,
Akin to the beast.

Tears of the bridegroom,
For she is adulterated;
Once abiding in unity,
Recently departed?

There is sincerity and truth
In unleavened bread!
Is she dead to the world,
Or is the marriage dead?


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