<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Get me to the church on time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All into church on time, <br>sliding<br>into pews, awaiting <br>the main event.<br>Outside, frost grips grass, <br>grimly, as a pale January sun begins to<br>descend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No summer wedding, then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are smiles, tears, solemnity.<br>We pour into the chill air, between<br>tall, varnished oak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is their wedding date, <br>and she floats in, an early bride, <br>leaving gracefully a gleaming Morgan.<br>Candles burn, some proud, others <br>sad, tiny devotions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everyone loves a wedding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there he is, late as usual, <br>home from Helmand. He is accompanied<br>by friends, creased, strong, <br>uniformed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She turns to see him enter, a drop<br>of wet salt on her white cheek.<br>Smiles all round. Tears, sniffs, <br>everywhere. The sounds echo<br>from God’s walls.<br>The aroma of white lilies<br>rises, falls, is absorbed into the<br>skin on dry white faces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Organ notes cascade like <br>velvet curtains, crimson, onerous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Everyone loves a wedding.<br>But there will be none today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Garry+Stanton">Garry Stanton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553873" data-title="Get me to the church on time de Garry Stanton" data-description="All into church on time, sliding into pews, awaiting the main event. Outside, frost grips grass, grimly, as a pale January sun begins to descend. No summer wedding, then. There are smiles, tears, solemnity. We pour into the chill air, between..."></div> </div> </div>

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