Why The House

Once, upon a morning,
when the world was fresh and bright,
you wandered past the Church
and saw a rather curious sight?

For beyond the ancient windows,
through the glass and morning light,
there appeared a wedding waiting,
getting ready for the night.

There were candles in the chapel,
tables dressed with utmost care,
and little things were waiting,
like someone placed them there.

“But who has done this?” you might ask.
“I’m liking what I see”
And are you going to stand there,
saying this is all for me?

While you’ve been choosing dresses,
and learning how to pose,
wondering if the veil should fall
above or below your nose,

The Church knows what is needed
for it’s children’s wedding day
and trusts the house to do it all
so cares can fade away.

one by one, the pieces came,
together as they should.
One person brought another,
and another said they could.

A table here, a candle there,
a ribbon, glass and gown,
until the whole enchanted thing
was finally gathered round.

And you were left with only
what a bride aught to do:
to fall in love with dresses,
while the rest is done for you.

To be posed right there and photographed
in that strange and wonderful season
between almost and forever,
when the heart outruns its reason.

To dream of how the groom will look,
to wonder what you’ll feel,
to imagine all the little things
that time will soon reveal.

Then, at last, the morning comes.
You cross the ancient floor.
For there your wedding waits for you,
beyond the tall church door.

No things to choose, no chairs to move.
No final things to chase.
Just candlelight and ageless stone,
and everything in place.

And perhaps you’ll smile that little smile,
the one that says, it's time.
No need to rush, no need to run.
The morning has arrived.

For everything is done my dear,
it magically appeared.
The House of Chelsea did it all,
and then they disappeared.