By Roy Stephen Canivel
The wedding is a play. A roomful of audience waits in excitement. But the leading actress, the bride, is missing. She has been rehearsing her lines in her room but she still couldn’t reconcile herself with the character. This is not how she imagined the scene. She is detached. Her mind and her heart hide stay elsewhere. She couldn’t do it. It almost feels morally wrong.
The wedding is a play. A roomful of audience waits in excitement. But the leading actress, the bride, is missing. She has been rehearsing her lines in her room but she still couldn’t reconcile herself with the character. This is not how she imagined the scene. She is detached. Her mind and her heart hide stay elsewhere. She couldn’t do it. It almost feels morally wrong.
