wedding
the wedding at the harvest
"The Wedding at Harvest"
I. Gathering
The guests move through fields of gold,
arms full of sheaves,
their footsteps threshing the stubble.
Every stalk bent low
becomes an offering,
every hand lifted
a summons to joy.
II. Pressing
At the winepress of vows
the bride and groom stand,
their words poured out
like first‑crushed grapes.
The covenant flows red and sweet,
a vintage sealed
by the weight of promise.
III. Feasting
Tables are spread beneath the tree,
linen catching the last light.
Bread is broken,
oil poured,
cups lifted—
the harvest turned to sustenance,
the labour of many
become the joy of all.
IV. Rejoicing
Then the circle forms,
hands joined,
feet stamping the dust into rhythm.
The wind moves through the branches—
unseen, yet birthing song,
as those born from above
lift their voices.
It is the Spirit poured out,
like oil running down,
like fire kindled at First Fruits,
turning the threshing floor
into a floor of praise.
V. Consummation
And beyond the night,
a greater dawn waits:
the Bridegroom lifts the final cup,
the fourth kept back
till the kingdom comes.
The Bride, adorned in linen bright,
answers with her whole being.
Harvest and wedding converge,
and the song that began in the fields
is completed at the table of forever.
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