October 10th, 1981

She walked in white
and wore a white dress simple.
she was Beauty writ so blatant and blinding

Her eyes flashed smoking, fierce she ruled that day,
her day, and as her one choice my day too
and all was bent and formed in her glance.

There was a muddy brown hillside behind the church,
slick with recent rain fallen brown and fragrant
onto October ground boasting in pumpkins and passion.

She was eager to the altar ascend, and she hiked her skirts
and then herself and up that muddy slope treacherous she
trod on hinds feet, on glory wings and she was come into her Own.

I stood fearful, clad in brown drab (and hidden inside the hole of me)
I cried out “be careful baby!  omg don’t fall!”
and she turned, halfway up, left leg poised up hill,

right leg firm, rooted to the very core of the Earth (and her solid present self)
and turned loose those brown lasers on me…flayed me, saw me hiding
(but didn’t know it was me she was seeing).

Her hair moved in the dancing wind and she flung out her hand
(oh her right hand sought, kissed, and become my bridal bouquet)
and she said “Do you actually think I would Stumble on my wedding day!!??”

I wanted to fly into a million pieces, each one singing screaming crooning
blessedblessedblessedblessedblessed…I wanted to coalesce, come out,
but instead I just stood there, gaping and fearful and frozen.

Her lids lowered (that adored half mast glance),  softened even
as they grew more chrystal amber gold and she said
“Come on up baby, I am here always” (ohhh)

I took her hand and ascended (were my feet even on the ground?)
and we walked into that building decorated and celebratory
and got scolded by the clucking biddies cus we saw each other before…

The next time I saw her, she moved in music and light, rode waves
and walked forward to stand at my side and never go.
And then she said I did, I do, I will…then we lit Our Candle

and I was delivered to Joy forever.
Happy Anniversary my Dearest Darling
I never lived until there was you.

Love, Charissa Grace




Your Hearts’ Love Mingled

With flowers, petals…
winds and traces
of winter approaching but
long afar and spicy-mixed…

with leaves rustling restless
to let go and fly, vines
singing in groaning labor
to deliver fat plummy booty…

with fruit trees bending
glad and low
to toss offspring
seedy and slow
(and ripely tart)
and gentle to
the eager earth…

with all of this and more
our Queen approaches cloaked
in Her browns brilliant,
in Her golds glorious,
in Her oranges and yellows
and effervescent reds
all running, streaming
before Her, behind Her,
off Her, from Her…
She draws near to bless you
on this chosen day.tumblr_muhma5PcYW1qamnzvo1_1280You lay, languid and loving
‘neath Her Blessing Touch,
beside Her Autumn Splendor River
pouring from Her Heart,
gushing from that Cornucopia
upended, turned half sideways
and spinning fast in galaxies,
in stars, in planets…and spiraling
to where you lay, nestled,
snug beneath that decade-tide
of triumph, trial,
of tears and trimmings
and always, Love, always,
Her hand
a little here,
a little there…

Spring’s dream
(you, oh you there)
budded into summer’s wish
(you, there, too),
blossomed into Autumn manifest and blazing
in the desiring you
(with flowers, petals)
and the longing you
(vines groaning for release)
and always You
She crowns your hearts with Her kisses,
your hearts’ Love, mingled
in turn Her crown…

and Her court will stop today, and in stillness
remember that day…
miracle of choice, of will,
of destiny determined,
moving strong and free…

it fascinates and flabbergasts,
it renders speechless in the heavens
to see that Sacred Heart appeared
miraculous in your You, there…
in autumns’ rushing splendor
and shining scented wonder,

with the flowers,
with the winds,
with the vines,

witnesses all to
Love living and not dying
nor growing cold,

witnesses to YOU.tumblr_nb1f5vRN5x1shdc78o1_1280