We exult at the joining of young lives.
We dance the dance of joy.
This is a time of merriment.
This is a time of wonder.
Who will argue at a time like this?
Who will find fault?
Fear is exiled. Jealousy is banished.
We are in the land of milk and honey.
We are in a rich and fertile land.
We are anointed in these vows.
In these promises, we are blessed.
This rite is our consecration.
This joining is our union.
This is the time of the Spirit.
This is the time of bright visions.
Let us dance.
Let us sing our songs.
Let us smile and laugh together.
We are in the Promised Land.
We are on our soil.
We are where we belong.
Written by : Patrick T. Reardon
For more than three decades Patrick T. Reardon was an urban affairs writer, a feature writer, a columnist, and an editor for the Chicago Tribune. In 2000 he was one of a team of 50 staff members who won a Pulitzer Prize for explanatory reporting. Now a freelance writer and poet, he has contributed chapters to several books and is the author of Faith Stripped to Its Essence. His website is https://patricktreardon.com/.
mother would be so proud of you what a great day I love you so!!!!!!