by Matthew J. Andrews

(after Scott Erickson)

To what shall I compare the kingdom of God? It is like a wedding ceremony in which the bride reaches out her hand to hold the groom’s, his skin aflame with the touch of her fingers. Once she has declared that she has chosen him of all the men walking like shadows on the earth, they walk together to the candle. The groom first brings his match to the wick, but it is only when she brings hers that the fire has its first dance. And there is much rejoicing at the union, among the guests and throughout the choir of burning stars glittering the heavens. He who has ears, let him hear. 

Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in EcoTheo Review, The Windhover, and Amethyst Review, among others. His debut chapbook, I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He can be contacted at www.matthewjandrews.com