
After all,
the source of this world
is Love.
Love is the gliding tide,
drawn endlessly forth, and forth, and forth again,
every passage a surrendered dance of devotion
to the silver, swollen moon
gravity’s bright beacon—
who, in turn, cannot resist
describing an endless
sacred circle
around her own blue-and-green beloved.
Love is the winged creatures seeking the wind—
wild geese, red-tail hawks, butterflies
soaring on silent ribbons of air.
On high they shift and spin, dive and rise.
Muscle, flesh and feathers
reveal their deepest grace
only then, aloft,
held within the sky’s rushing embrace.
Love is the echo of the vast land
singing out peals of delight
at its unceasing communion with the vast sky.
The horizon, that delicate and shimmering precipice,
the place of joining
the midwife
whose interwoven fingers of resplendent light
beckon the ever-new dawn.
This Love is an invitation.
Sense it as it cradles you.
Rest in it, awakened and free.
Our convergence today is for Love, and in Love, and as Love.
On this sacred day we behold
the source of all things
made manifest,
embodied so beautifully in the two who stand together here before us
to become one.
We witness the beginning
of their most ancient and timeless dance.
It is a marriage of two
who move in the ocean of each other’s deepest rhythms,
who give wings to each other’s brightest dreams,
who sing each other’s vastest songs.
Love is this place.
Love is this circle.
Love is this union.
Blessed are these two, husband and wife,
beloved to each other and to all life.