Wedding at Cana
Press the infinity loop, the Moebius strip,
Christ’s incarnation, two become one, yes,
alloy of connubial companionship,
Wife and spouse bless each other’s tenderness.
Six large pitchers to purify the night –
How much purity do bride and husband need?
No! Throw out the rules of restricting rite,
let newly-weds on love’s infinity feed.
The love of lovers cannot be pegged or clipped.
It flows like cabernet through crypted cellars,
Flooding, spreading like a tide over-tipped,
Baffling gift of Bible’s story-tellers.
Each gives all, receives all, sets each other free,
Bridegroom, Lover, Bride in Holy Trinity.
- Isaiah 62:1-5, Psalm 36:5-10, John 2-1-11
- Ted Witham
Mary’s there, Jesus’ mother – and his friends,
(called disciples in pious prophecy.)
There’re some servants whom Jesus sends
With transformed water for the maître-d’.
The maître-d’ drinks deep and calls the host,
The bashful bridegroom takes the praise to heart.
It seems a full cast for the wedding: most
strangely the groom has mislaid his sweetheart.
Good wine, once it’s started, must be consumed,
So starts a party now and for always.
And the Bride herself is forced to be assumed –
The attentive Reader prayerfully obeys.
So, dear Reader, put on your wedding gown and ring,
And go to Jesus your spouse, and with him dance and sing!
– Ted Witham