(This
reading was used in the ceremony of Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles --
a reading for a royal wedding, you might find it fit for yours as well.)
IX
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not
indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest--
Delight and liberty,
the simple creed
Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged
hope still fluttering in his breast:--
Not for these I raise
The song
of thanks and praise;
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and
outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts before which our mortal
Nature
Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised:
But for those first
affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain light of all our day,
Are yet a master light of all our
seeing;
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem
moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
To perish
never;
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
Nor Man nor Boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence
in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our Souls have sight
of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the Children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling
evermore.
D
Love
is a mighty power, a great and complete good. Love alone lightens every burden,
and makes rough places smooth. It bears every hardship as though it were nothing,
and renders all bitterness sweet and acceptable.
Nothing is sweeter than love, Nothing stronger, Nothing higher,
Nothing wider, Nothing more pleasant, Nothing fuller or better in heaven
or earth; for love is born of God.
Love flies, runs and leaps for joy.
It is free and unrestrained. Love knows no limits, but ardently transcends
all bounds. Love feels no burden, takes no account of toil, attempts things
beyond its strength.
Love sees nothing as impossible, for it feels
able to achieve all things. It is strange and effective, while those who
lack love faint and fail.
Love is not fickle and sentimental, nor
is it intent on vanities. Like a living flame and a burning torch, it
surges upward and surely surmounts every obstacle.
Shall I compare thee
to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou
art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives
life to thee.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with
the remover to remove: O, no! It is an ever-fix'd mark, That looks on
tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool,
though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the
edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved I never writ, nor no
man ever loved.
May the road rise
to meet you, May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm
upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet
again, May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God be with
you and bless you; May you see your children's children. May you be poor
in misfortune, Rich in blessings, May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May
the road rise to meet you May the wind be always at your back May the
warm rays of sun fall upon your home And may the hand of a friend always be
near.
May green be the grass you walk on, May blue be the skies above
you, May pure be the joys that surround you, May true be the hearts that
love you
Your
friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and
reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come
to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your
own mind, nor do you with hold the "aye." And when he is silent
your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship,
all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy
that is unclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the
mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no
purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks
aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth:
and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what
is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always
with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Then
Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?" And
he answered saying: You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. Aye, you
shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces
in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea
between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from
one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even
as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of
Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.
To
whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our walkingtime
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime, The breathing
in unison.
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the
same thoughts without need of speech And babble the same speech without need
of meaning.
No peevish winter wind shall chill No sullen tropic sun
shall wither The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only
But this dedication is for others to read: These are my private words
addressed to you in public.
Now you
will feel no rain, For each of you will be shelter to the other. Now you
will feel no cold, For each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there
is no more loneliness for you, For each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies, But there is only one life before you. Go now
to your dwelling place, To enter into the days of your togetherness. And
may your days be good and long upon the earth.
May the sun bring you
new energy by day, May the moon softly restore you by night, May the rain
wash away your worries And the breeze blow new strength into your being,
And all of the days of your life may you walk Gently through the world and
know its beauty.
You are my husband [wife]
My feet shall run because of you My feet dance because of you My heart
shall beat because of you My eyes see because of you My mind thinks because
of you And I shall love because of you.
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The Rev. Charles P. Henderson is a Presbyterian minister and is the author of God and Science (John Knox Press, 1986).
A revised and expanded version of the book is appearing here. God and Science (Hypertext Edition,
2015).
He is also editor of a new book, featuring articles by world class scientists and theologians, and illustrating the leading views on the relationship between science and religion: Faith, Science and the Future (CrossCurrents Press, 2017).
Charles also tracks the boundry between the virtual and the real at his blog: Next World Design, focusing on the mediation of art, science and spirituality in the metaverse.