GUEST AUTHOR: VICTOR JASTI
It was still fresh in their memory; that lovely December evening,
A perfect day for a wedding, chilly breeze, setting Sun, in all it’s glory,
The bride and the groom, resplendent in their wedding dress,
The church decorated with crimson paper and fresh flowers,
Crowded with relatives, friends and well wishers,
The procession so touching, flowers girls to the page boy,
But it was the best man and the bridesmaid, who made such a lovely couple,
And it is their story, which we were to tell, to learn a lesson of what love is.
Meeting for the first time in the church portico, it was love at first sight,
Never were they alone throughout the evening, hands held, dancing together,
Made such a lovely couple, everyone misty eyed, just looked at their tender love,
What with the music, the gaiety, the laughter, it was an evening to remember,
The magic of love spinning a web, time stood still, as they discovered each other,
Married, did they, within a year, to live happily ever after, just like a fairy tale ending,
Made such a nice Christian family, loving, caring, praying, promising themselves,
To care, love, in sickness and health, confident that nothing can wedge them apart.
All good things end, when love disappears; where, how, why, things did go wrong,
Neither he nor she could ever tell as he lay besides her, snoring like a bear,
Hibernating, unaware of her long winter, climbing into a tomb, called office,
Wrapping his mind in a shroud of paper figures, buried himself, with his customers,
They lost each other so deeply, in between the oldest child’s first tooth,
To the youngest daughter’s graduation, the two minds never touched,
Making a heavy barricade, neither, a battery ram of words,
Nor an artillery of touch, can ever stop, as a wall arose, dividing the two.
Cemented by mortar of indifference, selfish to the core, which earlier was not there.
Uncommunicative, they unconsciously became all qualities to make the devil happy,
Sadly it dawned on the couple, when love dies; it is not in a moment of anger,
It is not when they have difference of opinion, it is not when they don’t see eye to eye,
Love dies when you have that don’t care attitude, when you stop communicating,
When you think of yourself, when there is not a word of appreciation,
No word of thanks and when you don’t pray together,
Love dies when you become total strangers, unaware, but still living under one roof.
Love grows when you have that I care attitude, a pat on the back for a job well done,
A hand on the shoulder for that I am with you, a touch of tenderness for that I love you,
A smile on the face when you reach home, a hug to say that all is well with you and me,
A concerned look if the other is tired and sick, small things add to build a happy home,
And when you pray together, family prayer, you stay together a happy Christian family,
Bring God to live in your house, in your thoughts, in your plans, to have His way,
Because He brought you together for the first time, to live and love together,
Make your home a happy Eden, never allowing any thing to slither in.