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Looking for a poem to read at wedding
Posted by: cupid (---.dsl.irvnca.pacbell.net)
Date: July 12, 2005 12:48PM

I was the matchmaker for two friends and turns out it was a good match...they are madly in love and are getting married. They asked me to read a passage from the bible or a poem about bringing two people together and love and I don't have any ideas. Any suggestions? Thank you!


Re: Looking for a poem to read at wedding
Posted by: lg (Moderator)
Date: July 12, 2005 02:51PM

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy.
Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
It is not self-seeking, nor easily angered.
It keeps no record of wrongdoing.
It does not delight in evil,
But rejoices in the truth.
It always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves.
There is nothing love cannot face;
There is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance.
In a word, there are three things that last forever:
Faith, hope, and love;
But the greatest of them all is love.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8


Re: Looking for a poem to read at wedding
Posted by: Keeper of Light (---.gcecisp.com)
Date: July 13, 2005 01:39AM

Ah...I would go with the one Les offered. It's a classic.

Or maybe How Do I Love Thee
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 07/13/2005 02:06AM by StephenFryer.


Re: Looking for a poem to read at wedding
Posted by: marian2 (---.range86-130.btcentralplus.com)
Date: July 13, 2005 02:25AM

I do my thing, and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
and you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, I am I,
and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. Frederick E Perls


Re: Looking for a poem to read at wedding
Posted by: cupid (---.dsl.irvnca.pacbell.net)
Date: July 13, 2005 11:56AM

I was looking for something more along the lines of the fate of bringing two people together that fell in love. Not to be specific or anything winking smiley
TIA!


Re: Looking for a poem to read at wedding
Posted by: Talia (---.ply.kconline.com)
Date: July 14, 2005 10:27AM

The Wedding Vow

I did not stand at the altar, I stood
at the foot of the chancel steps with my beloved,
and the minister stood on the top step
holding the open Bible. The church
was wood, painted white inside, no people-God's
stable perfectly cleaned. It was night,
Spring, outside a moat of mud,
and inside, from the rafters, flies
fell onto the open Bible and the minister
tilted it and brushed them off. We stood
beside each other, crying slightly
with fear and awe. In truth, we had married
that first night, in bed, we had been
married by our bodies, but now we stood
in history-what our bodies had said
mouth to mouth, we now said publicly,
gathered together, death. We stood
holding each other by the hand, yet I also
stood as if alone, as if alone,
just before the vow, though taken
years before, took. It was a vow
of the present and the future and yet I felt it
to have some touch on the distant past
or the distant past on it, I felt
the silent crying ghost of my
parents' marriage, there somewhere
in the bright space-perhaps one of the
plummeting flies, bouncing slightly
as it hit forsaking all others, then brushed
away. I felt as if I come
to claim a promise-the sweetness I'd inferred
from their sourness; and I felt as if
I had come congenitally unworthy to beg.
And yet, I had been working toward this love
all my life. And then it was time
to speak-he was offering me, no matter
what, his life. That is all I had to
do, there, to accept that gift
I had longed for-to say I had accepted it,
as if being asked if I breathe. Do I take?
I do. I take as he takes-we have been
practicing this. Do you bear this pleasure? I do.

-- Sharon Olds






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