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Wedding Reading #5: We Will Not Wish You Joy (Anon)
We will not wish you joy on this great day, For joy is in your hearts and goes with you Along the fragrant, mystic, sunlit way; We will not wish you joy while love is new But this is our wish – May you be strong enough To shelter love, and keep it safe from harm, When winds blow high, and roads are steep and rough, May you protect your love, preserve its charm. When days are dark, may love be your sure light. When days are cold, may love be your bright fire, Your guiding star when Hope is out of sight, The essence and the sun of your desire. May love be with you through the flight of years, Then after storms, there always will be calm. Though you have cause for heartache and for tears, Despair lasts not, where love is there for balm. This be the prayer we breathe for you today; When you have reached the summit of Life’s hill, May it be possible for you to say, “Married long years, but we are lovers still”. Wedding Reading #6: Hope Is The Thing With Feathers, by Emily Dickenson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity It asked a crumb of me. Wedding Reading #7: True Love, by Anonymous True love is a sacred flame That burns eternally, And none can dim its speciRal glow Or change its destiny. True love speaks in tender tones And hears with gentle ear, True love gives with open heart And true love conquers fear. True love makes no harsh demands It neither rules nor binds, And true love holds with gentle hands The hearts that it entwines. |
Wedding Reading #8: I Love You by Roy Croft
I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you. I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me. I love you For the part of me That you bring out; I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can't help Dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find. I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple; Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song. I love you Because you have done More than any creed Could have done To make me good, And more than any fate To make me happy. You have done it Without a touch, Without a word, Without a sign. You have done it By being yourself. |
