Respect this vow, take it and wear it

upon your person

the thin sliver of gold or silver a token of faith.

Keep close the words you have spoken, believe that dawn’s intention

is for you to speak them again, to open

to the smile that is saved for you alone. The one that shines

even through thunderstorms and clouds; a rainbow’s treasure

from your beloved.

And that hand, its own circlet a covenant,

reaching for yours no matter the weather.

Behold the morning itself, another opportunity

to awake to the present

to be with your other.

Trust that two can figure things out.

Trust that more important than words,

than food or cash, ambition or desire, more

important even than time, is hope.  That which lives

in the pleasure of blossoms

revealing themselves to the expanding light

that which in the gentle untangling

that patience allows

seeds re-creation in every living thing. For this is the vow

the world makes

each new morning.

Pledge, then, in your own circumambulation around the sun

to remember this day, and each season honour it’s passing

until that evening

when you finally embrace

another layer

in the patina

of your own

understanding

of Love.

(thank you to One Edition Photography for the beautiful photograph of Sarah and Will’s wedding rings)