The Joining of Cynthia and Norman

A crescendo of activity, begun moons ago
With the notion, the concept, the vision,
Building up daily with blossoming bloom
Of sunroom and gardens, guest lists and chores.

Now windows arriving, now paint applying,
Then plants abed and decks bedecked.
Material coming, people going,
New form arising on West Meadow Road.

Such interest, such fervor, the universe colluding
To make ready the bridal home for Cynthia and Norman.

At last, the very day arrives
And with it, the families, the friends, the sangha,
Bringing to life what already lives:
The joy, the wish, the happiness of blessing.

A wedding takes form by the work of loving hands:
Food is prepared, flowers arranged,
Guest tags printed, arbors ornamented,
Tables set, guests greeted.

Such care, such honor, the universe tending
To the love that is shared by Cynthia and Norman.

With love there is play, in words and in deeds,
The catching of creatures, the raising of eyebrows
The smirks of a best man, the smile of honored maid,
The winks of a brother, the laughter of all.

Each face as it comes in is beaming its bliss,
The mountains themselves are prouder and straighter,
The world is infused with delight and with sweetness.
The One is agreed, there is joy all around.

Such silliness, such gladness, the universe is playing
Its games to amuse Cynthia and Norman.

Now wind picking up, now clouds moving in,
Dresses are donned, vests buttoned,
Petals strewn, bridges crossed,
Vows spoken, Love fulfilled.

The crescendo peaks with a dance and a kiss
A blessing of rain and a mixing of sand
A giving of flowers and a sharing of smiles
The joining of hearts and the clapping of hands.

Such beauty, such tenderness, the universe bestowing
To honor the joining of Cynthia and Norman.

And yes, now, the release, the opening to what comes,
The music, the tasting, the heavens outpouring,
The toasts and the blessings, the movement and stillness,
The dancing of joined bride and groom.

What is seen is the action of care and of bond,
The union of heart that moves him and moves her.
The truth shown as love in each look and each word,
The beauty of joining and peace in knowing.

Such wonder, such mystery, the universe displaying
A love that is Cynthia and Norman.

 

For Cynthia and Norman
With all the love you teach me to know,
Margaret
08/03/08