Becoming One

Uniquely Traditional: Kilts, Clans, and Couples

They wed with kilted fathers, friends, and groom.
A piper plays to greet, in Scots costume,
The treasury of souls who interlace
With theirs; a miracle of time and place.
Both bride and groom at peace, eager to share
The love and miracles that bring them there.
A joyous day to celebrate replete;
To pipes and drums the gallant ushers seat
The guests; while bride and father wait to hear
Their cue to enter; eyes with diamond tears.
Then guests arise as father, daughter stride;
In radiant whiteness, gown enhances bride—
Her tailor will she greet with gleaming smile,
For ‘tis his gownèd bride come down the aisle.
With tearful joy the Daddy, child stand;
As with a kiss, she must release his hand.
He turns to face the one he will call “Son,”
And smiling, nods, to bless them now as one.

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Wedding Day: August 22, 1999
Poem: 2.16.13

About Jenn

While pursuing my literary and professional goals, I managed a severe form of gastroparesis (paralysis of the stomach) for six years, now complicated by full GI failure and a nonspecific autonomic failure of unknown etiology. In August of 2010, I finally had my stomach removed (total gastrectomy) to stop the 24/7 nausea and to lessen the risk of spreading infection to my central IV line (port-a-cath), as both of my gastric tubes (one G-tube in my stomach; one J-tube in my small intestine) were chronically–and extremely painfully–infected for longer than a year. I couldn’t possibly have survived the six-plus years of TPN (IV nutrition), surgeries, new (and unrelated) diagnoses, and being forced to go on disability without my amazingly supportive, encouraging, adoring, patient Care Partner and husband, Greg (married 1999)… Who reminds me of the unconditional, perfect love of God as shown through His Son, Jesus. My writing credits include The Da Vinci Code Adventure and Two Roads Through Narnia as well as several movie review compilations. Not all of the entries are health-related. My conditions have finally settled into a quasi-normal routine. There will be ebbs and flows, but I am still active, and plan to live as long as I’m alive.
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  1. Greg Wright says:

    Sweet! Thanks, love!

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