A wedding dress,
For a young lady,
Elegant, pretty,
Not just any dress,
A dress of passage.
Women gather,
Young and old,
Expectant,
Anticipating signs,
A meshing of fabric and lace,
And partially formed identity,
In suddely mature loveliness.
Beads sparkle,
In the young bride's eyes;
A smile forms that brings tears;
Faith is restored,
By a new beginning.
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