Epithalamion

May you be companions 
in the complexity of lived lives,

and may your days dance 
like crystal in sunlight

as you celebrate the birth of all
that is beautiful and unexpected and new.

May your names be a song
on each other’s lips

as each breath reminds you
that the bread you share 

comes from the earth 
which bonds us all, sisters, brothers . . . .

And when you return home 
at evening, may you find there 

a Sabbath of rest and peace 
where you are free to choose

the place of your own kneeling, 
where you are free to worship 

at the edge 
of each other's open door.




 

© Michael Glaser