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‘This Marriage’ by Rumi

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May it be sweet milk,
this marriage, like wine and halvah.
May this marriage offer fruit and shade
like the date palm.
May this marriage be full of laughter,
our every day a day in paradise.
May this marriage be a sign of compassion,
a seal of happiness here and hereafter.
May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,
an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.
I am out of words to describe
how spirit mingles in this marriage.

 

This poem is in the public domain.

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A New Beginning

On this earth there is a oneness
A rhythmic flow through everything that lives
The things with roots and stems and leaves
The things with shells and fins and furs
The things with wings with which to fly
The things that crawl and those that walk
Each thing must eat and breath and rest
Each thing must seek and each is sought for
Each has a birth, a purpose to fulfill
To each an end and then a new beginning.

Gwen Frostic

A soulmate is someone who..

A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.

from ‘A Bridge Across Forever’ by Richard Bach

A Wedding on Earth

That all the woods may answer, and your echo ring. — Edmund Spenser

Like the feet that root deep to walk the ground
with circling steps that no one of us can hear,
or the leaves that die just to coil down
through lost blossoms and wait to reappear-
as the stamen, pistil and fragrant dust
sing with the pollen’s trust,
as each fruit that drips down the earth’s strong chin
spills new sugar over an ancient face-
we all hold seeds that vibrate alive within,
and every hardened pod pulls the world’s embrace
from a new hiding place.

Marriage is a field where the earth’s old skin
stretches and releases its fertile seeds,
lending patterns to couples. They begin
as shadowed furrows. Then every sowing leads
time-fed opposites, soaked in day and night,
to reach each others’ height.
Goddess and god of weddings, help this pair
pair with abundance, to open seeds alive
with each leaf they send through the long beauty.
Form them with the roots and the care to thrive.
Harvest them, where they strive.

Let this body make a body of bodies, cool
time to marry new answers, quicken warm
heartbeats to loud meetings, rollings, spool-
ing the lost space anchored only by love’s vast charm,
till pools of hope and kiss and remembering meet,
crossed in a sculpting heat.
Enter, oh, enter the language of your skins,
where motion mentions silence, and words spill light
over the actual air; let your touch begin
spinning separate souls in one open flight
back to the real delight.

Then feel yourselves how the bluejay, eagle, swallows,
cardinal, doves and finches, sparrows, terns,
move with long-held wings, find the surge that follows,
dips, fills, rises to pour back up and burns
through warm mornings (or brief songs with trees,
as forests darken to ease-)
how fox, moose, crocodile and koala bear,
elephant, cheetah, deer and cat and squirrel
cry with single breaths until they may pair,
ears and mouths poured open while bodies skirl
towards the enspiralled whirl.

And you’ll reach, with the meanings that humans bid
two more minds to touch from balanced pairs-
intersection of line to pyramid,
uncornered circling, edging angles, squares-
long paradoxes, shaped in geometry’s
aisled community.
Goddess and god of weddings, bend your strength
over your weaving promises and go
past the edges of partnership, through the lengths
of the days that are moving us, fast or slow,
from everything we know.

ringing, ready, certain to move with love,
salt and sweet and spiralling open worlds,
holding, braided, careful, the voices of
desire and honor. Reach for your unfurled
openness to rock through the earth again, to come,
new and empty, among
every creature. Then keep a steady song,
sounding the ways that marriage, compassion’s tool,
rough strong teacher of joy, right-gathering wrong,
oldest puzzle, simple yet tangled rule,
moves, in each molecule.

Goddess and god, make marriage. Take your hands
in the sight of these people and the earth,
and one bird finds rest in a valleyed cove,
and more birds take flight in new kinds of birth.
Touch your hands. Touch words. Oh, now turn and bless
each with that happiness-
your family, earth, friends, guests and the binding day.
Open us with a heart to hear every test,
brave to reach everything we will need to say,
strong to hold our silences, find our rest-
wise, to believe love best.

Annie Finch

Found at http://www.ablemuse.com/v5/a-finch_wedding.htm

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Ancient Gaelic blessing

O God give the joy and God the love
To those who are lovers true
Shed down benedictions from above
As in one are joined the two

 

Blessing of the Hands

These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever.

These are the hands that will work alongside yours, as together you build your future.

These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch, will comfort you like no other.

These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind.

These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow, and as in today, tears of joy.

These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children, the hands that will help you to hold your family as one.

These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it.

And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch.

 

revised by Rev. Daniel L. Harris

Carrie’s Poem

His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was “I do”

from Sex and The City

Cherokee Marriage Prayer

Powers of nature, we honour you. Protect these ones we love.

We honour mother earth and ask that their marriage be abundant and fruitful, growing stronger through the seasons;

We honour wind and ask that they be lifted up to soar through life, safe and calm as in their fathers’ arms;

We honour fire and ask that this union be warm and glowing with love in their hearts;

We honour water to cleanse and soothe this union that it may never thirst for love;

We honour all that is under the great sky as they pledge their hearts and lives.

Of all the powers of nature and the universe, we ask for harmony and happiness as they grow forever together.

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Cherokee Prayer – alternate version

We honour mother earth –

And ask for our marriage to be abundant and grow stronger through the seasons.

We honour fire –

And ask that our union be warm and glowing with love in our hearts

We honour wind –

And ask that we sail through life safe and calm in our father’s arms

We honour water –

To clean and soothe our relationship that it may never thirst for love

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From ‘Game of Thrones’

You are the moon of my life. That is all I know and all I need to know… until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, until the rivers run dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves. You are my sun and stars.

George R Martin