The Becoming

Fools. That's what they are. That's what she has become. A garden beautified, a bride prepared, a covenant formed. But a foolish wife. 

Look at it. The grains, milk and honey prepared for her, the inheritance left for her. The kingdom awaiting its queen's coronation. The groom left standing at the altar. The husband left searching for the betrothed.  

No More! No more shall the call go unanswered. No more shall the garden be tainted and abused. Exposed will you be, shameless you have become. The deeds won't go unpunished, the punishment won't go undone. It’s time she knows who I am for she has forgotten me. She has forgotten the vow she made, forgotten the one she vowed to love. But her memory will come back.  

What did I not give her that she took and gave to them? Her lovers. When? When will it be enough? What will it take? No more will I await your return. You have forgotten me, but no more. I will be made known. For I am her husband and she is my wife.  It all left her, but it will come back. Come back, my dear and be restored, get twice what you have lost.  

Come and stay with me, wife. Come and commune at my table. For you have been stripped, come let me clothe you, my dear, mercy I shall show you. A new crown shall be placed on your head. Love and faithfulness shall be your portion. My betrothed loving-kindness shall be your normal. A new basket, a restored garden and a faithful groom. She has been made new. Betrothed forever. Now joined together to never be apart. 

Beautiful, that’s what you are. Beautiful, that’s what you have become.  

-By M. Williams