Until I saw a young boy
Swinging in a field
And imagined him to be you
Playing there as a child
Bethlehem was beautiful
With purple and red bougainvillea
And colors of sunset,
But the moon was full
As we entered Cana
Where Mary hosted a party
And you changed water into wine
People still come to Cana for weddings
And to renew their vows.
—Becca
1 comment:
What a great poem. "People" come to renew their vows, but the poet is clearly talking about their personal journey.
Tim J
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