On That Faithful Day Poem by JOHN THE GIFTED HANDS

Before the exchange of the marriage vows,
on that faithful day when the clouds above the mountains were tainted beautifully with colours of pomegranate

My dad took me in secretly and sat me down on the dinning stool
Son, marriage is a tangible substance that must be held fragile with excellent spirit
Why? I asked
It is not a major achievement he added

But it is a predestined ritual that must be done before the nick of time
If the soul must be at rest he explained

And the entrance of any marriage without adequate preparation is a long term suffering
He warned!