After The Wedding

After a Wedding After the wedding when the happy couple stood on the old church steps to have their picture taken and a throng of people where jousting to be in the frame too, I walked around in the church and found in a corner a white but dusty marble Virgin Mary. Her eyes were demurely downcast: I said: “We’re alone you can open your eyes now.” Was it just my imagination, caused by my longing to believe, that I saw an eyelid flutter and a half smile play upon cold, dusty lips? ….Pale as limestone I rejoined the throng.