Poem September 1, 1973 Issue

GUESTS

Carol Earle Chapin

Called to the marriage feast!
What joy is ours to step
to Soul's immortal music!
Have you put on your wedding garment?
No shop or closet
holds so exquisite a robe—
Truth its tone
Spirit its texture
woven of the stuff of angels—
it symbolizes our inward vows:
the marrying of all thought and action
to God's will, glad submission
to Love's inseparability from its own.
Come to the feast!

Carol Earle Chapin

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