Steve and I are spiritual, but not necessarily religious. When we were married, we chose this reading, from Shakespeare (a good one for the death-obsessed):
Sonnet 60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith, being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight
And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of natures truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow;
And yet, to times, in hope, my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
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Wow -- I don't remember this at all. Did we drink before the ceremony? BTW, I forgot to say how nice it was to see "Mary and Joseph" at the Fist Bump Ball. It's weird how bloghub has aged but they have not.
Laughing.
Yup. Shakespeare. And our Methodist minister botched it big-time. But I liked it, and I still do.
Mary and Joseph actually have aged--you should look over the wedding pix.
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