Saturday, June 04, 2005

June is for Wedding Bells

My friends Lynn and Sam are getting married today! I am so happy for them, and really looking forward to going to the ceremony and the reception after. It's an evening wedding, which is so much funner, I think. I was searching (in my books at home, and on-line) for a good epithalamion to post , and couldn't find one. Anybody have a suggestion?

7 comments:

Pamela said...

Maybe some Rumi?

Ode 2667

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 welcome
as the moon in a clear blue sky.
I am out of words to describe
how spirit mingles in this marriage.

A. J. Patrick Liszkiewicz said...

That's beautiful!

Peter said...

Pamela: Yes. Love it!

Ivy said...

Mmm, I love halvah.

BlueTattoo said...

hI...saw you on Jenni's blog and came to look; nice musings here.

I'mk a paramedic...I would love it if you would visit my blog; a lot of my writintg is rooted in my work.

http://tattoosinblue.blogspot.com/

Peter said...

Thanks Blue: I'll check it out.

32poems said...

This is not an epi...I had The Beautiful Changes by Richard Wilbur read at my wedding.

Unfortunately, the line breaks are messed up here.

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of
you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.

The beautiful changes as a forest is changed
By a chameleon's tuning his skin to it;
As a mantis, arranged
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows.

Your hands hold roses always in a way that
says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things' selves for a second finding,
to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to
wonder.