The Wedding

I officiated my second wedding this weekend, and it was just lovely. Though I do get stressed out about having a big part in a couple’s big day, I still love doing the work.  There’s no better feeling than a

I did shed a few tears during this ceremony; the bride’s friend read the following poem in such a heartfelt way, and I couldn’t help but get a bit misty-eyed:

by Roy Croft

I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

To all that risk love and choose to see hope…make those temples grand and glorious!

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  1. I've always loved this poem by Croft. My only niggling complaint? I like taverns, and I don't see anything wrong with building out of the lumber of my life, a place where people come together to both celebrate and commiserate with their friends.But, y'know, I get that temples are more poetical and shit. 🙂

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