Scent of sunlight
hung in dew-robes air
mist gently fading
to blue skied
wings of daylight
Wind took 
unseen, unfelt feelings
played tunes of intimate charm
with the awakening,
deep in the enveloping spirit
a union of creation's enigmas
The bride is rising 
fingers dripping in myrrh
sensing the groom
quickening heart
a soar of angel wings
the order
of God arrives.

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Prompt
The bride of Christ, His church, His love.