As I peer into the ‘morrows late haze,
When the sun strolls into the fading dusk,
In a building tall, upright and white,
Many will gather to observe
A thousand stems of flowers,
Decorated alters of colors,
Isles lit by melting candles.
 
We’ll share word to word,
Breath to breath,
Ring to ring,
As the organ sings.
 
Later,
The applause and faces fade,
The music returns to the stillness of the page,
And we’ll seek to find our own hidden place.
When Earth around begins to slumber
And the rest of life is dark and silent,
We’ll be left to the journey that begins together.
 
The white and black are tossed aside,
The spark of a shared name will ignite,
As the marriage bed falls under,
So begins the vows we took;
What God has brought together
Let no other person put asunder.
 
That from each new rise,
Until each weary rest,
‘Tis just one pair,
Throughout life and death.

— Amye Nicole Bird