Jewels in God’s crown

The purple beads at the wedding were lassoed around her neck.  They were gifts.  To each guest, she gave one.  It was her job.  The bride said, “tradition.”  Her husband looked on, wide-eyed.  Nobody knew his favorite color was blue.  Red was pouring in from everywhere, the silks and the flowers that draped the canopied hall they walked down, husband and wife.  All minds feasted on color, even as they ate “real food,” chicory, lentils and rice.  Everything was an offer, anything you could touch.  Everybody like jewels in God’s crown.

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