Almost "Home"

In two short weeks, I will be a
married man - husband to the woman dreams can never capture. And as I prepare a
place for her, I am filled with rapturous rhapsody, yet overcome with exotic
emotion. For I cannot, for the life in me, locate any expressive means to
convey the firework of fervor within. And as I live out the final 378 hours as
a supremely conquered bachelor, I am discovering indefinable peace amidst such
a vulnerable uprising.
Still, the whispers of “Mrs. Fry” crescendo in my ears. From sidewalk to greenway, I tread the earth in a cloud of butterflies. To say I’m nervous would be a huge understatement. But how can I not be in the wake of fulfilled companionship? Of two individuals becoming one flesh? A divine romance starting out on a journey for the ages? It’s all part of what cannot be entirely fathomed this side of heaven. Yes, perfect love drives out fear, but it sure cannot drive out the flame of desire, cure impatience and stabilize an eager heart.
My prayers now eye…
Still, the whispers of “Mrs. Fry” crescendo in my ears. From sidewalk to greenway, I tread the earth in a cloud of butterflies. To say I’m nervous would be a huge understatement. But how can I not be in the wake of fulfilled companionship? Of two individuals becoming one flesh? A divine romance starting out on a journey for the ages? It’s all part of what cannot be entirely fathomed this side of heaven. Yes, perfect love drives out fear, but it sure cannot drive out the flame of desire, cure impatience and stabilize an eager heart.
My prayers now eye…