dearly beloved

marriage is a rite
of love––

older than the centipede’s
thumping dance;
wiser than the intelligence
of stone.

we open our arms
to clear a pathway
to the heart––
& embrace the way
the ocean cleaves
to earth.

our breathing
spirals together
across infinities
& our dreams
soar above all possibilities
of death.

friends gather,
so closely in a circle,
the angel wings of their hearts

this moment is sacred––
all time is sacred––
& we are bound together
by our promises
& the holy intent
of God.

stars will live & die;
one universe will collapse
into another;
yet the joy of now
will pass beyond forever