Look at her.
Just, look at her.
Her white dress damaged,
her makeup smudged,
her finger sometimes wearing more than one ring,
her arms being pulled in different directions,
her legs stumbling in her high heels.
But she is beautiful,
her eyes sparkling and smile brightening,
her stumbling steps always somehow leading her the right way.
She doesn’t know the absolute truth about everything there is to know
but she knows she is loved.
She is loved by the One who created her soul,
by the one who takes the denominations that are her appendages and her organs
and He makes her whole.
This broken bride’s tears are wiped from her eyes by the one true Guide.
He is the Groom that is constantly renewing her back to life.
She has run away from the altar so many times, has dressed herself
in perverted Gospels, taken herself out of the Bible’s context
He still stands at that altar, waiting for her.
She is unified but not uniform, her