Moving Forward

The poem I wrote about walking down the aisle.
Ben read it right before I took that first few steps.

Hair tied, Bouquet in hand
So much consumed in a single moment; past present and future all contained in the now 
The wafting melodies begin to float through the air 
Who was once my home takes my arm 

We give a smile that contains all the years, and removes the questions 

There is no one left but two 

My breathing increases with the music 

A still voice interferes; “Just move forward, 

Move towards union,

Move towards freedom, 

Move towards trust. 

Innocence is confused as elegance as I listen to the voice 

Fear will not weary as I move towards the promises of the Divine 

All this is, is one foot in front of the other on a journey to Home. 

I step, I pray; I am at peace 

Just move forward 

When there are no more steps to be taken, smile and rest 

This is Home.