Mary’s there, Jesus’ mother – and his friends,
(called disciples in pious prophecy.)
There’re some servants whom Jesus sends
With transformed water for the maître-d’.
The maître-d’ drinks deep and calls the host,
The bashful bridegroom takes the praise to heart.
It seems a full cast for the wedding: most
strangely the groom has mislaid his sweetheart.
Good wine, once it’s started, must be consumed,
So starts a party now and for always.
And the Bride herself is forced to be assumed –
The attentive Reader prayerfully obeys.
So, dear Reader, put on your wedding gown and ring,
And go to Jesus your spouse, and with him dance and sing!
- John 2:1-12
Sonnets for the Church's Year 