|On the brink of married life you wait with wonder: |
The coming moment, mystic and mundane,
Brings law and love incongruously together
To form a bond both passionate and sane.
For now it has to be about the party:
Guests must be fed, clothes bought, proceedings planned;
But underneath there is abiding beauty,
Redeeming what the decencies demand.
Praised be the pillars on which we place our lives,
Standing more secure than else we might;
And praised be those in whom such sense survives,
Whose love becomes for all a source of light.
So do we celebrate, as the moment nears,A love that counts its happiness in years.