is there really no god?
into who's eyes does a groom gaze?
and no heaven too?
into who's arms does a bride fall?
is there no Christ child?
who is our hope to be born to this divine pair?
is there no prayer to the heavens?
these words we promise to one another in secret tones?
do we all deny this non-existent god?
and 'amen' that very idea in communal spirit?
He is in her eyes. He is in his arms. He is in the hope of every wishing heart in this room, for a babe that might shine truth upon us. He is in your quiet promises. He is in our gathered love for you.
tonight may we party like heathens.
but on tomorrow's sun ride our secret prayer:
God bless this bride—might she hold her groom's gaze forever; and this man too—with mighty arms of Eros catch her love.
If this union isn't sacred, then nothing is! We wish you, together, that oldest idea of divinity, our gathered love and a blessing: We are for you—may therefor nothing be against you.
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