Pink roses are tied
With cream coloured ribbons
To the dark wooden pews
Everything is ready
As the procession enters the church
The bride splendid in her wedding dress
Stands under the white glass window
And looks at her father
“Christ awaits you at the altar” I whisper
She casts me a momentary smile as she passes
Behind the rood screen
I see her kneeling deep in prayer
Partially hidden by a blue display of flowers
Quiet words break the sanctuary of peace
And all is still apart from the sunlight
That dances merrily in the shadows
Soon the oak framed bells
Ring their greeting
And she emerges
Standing with pride under the clock tower
Where Isabella still keeps time
As she has always done