The sweet sworn vow

As days go, this was one of monumental status, my son Daniel marrying his gorgeous bride Emma, two kindred spirits promising their hearts and souls to one another in a ceremony so rich with love it crackled like candy apples. It was a beautiful day, the rain pissed down (all day) never removing its wee shiny pouches of glittering wetness from the scene for a second. It was a welcome visitor all the same, we totally understood why the rain that had fallen on their lives, wrapping them in the love and guidance of their developing relationship, wanted to be part of such an important, life-defining, event.

Their love for one another was blessed and bound at a Humanist ceremony, the same Humanist Celebrant who had conducted the farewell funeral ceremony for Daniel and Emma’s stillborn son Tommy almost two years ago to the day. It was beautiful, personal, funny, moving and extremely emotional. The tears were flowing and the love was bursting from the blossoms in the trees in wee petals of the sweetest pink that fluttered and strayed before settling on the scene. Before Daniel and Emma spoke their vows I took to the stage and recited a wee poem I had written especially for them as part of the blessing. A personal tribute, it went like this…(ach, I know it’s not very good but it’s from the heart!)

At the scene of the sweetly-sworn vow

wife and husband bind body and soul in a wind-stilled hush

The boughs of their summer-love

Gently teasing hearts that fall and rise

Soaring to salty white sky so worldly wise,

the palest purple clouds saluting the glorious gush

At the scene of the sweetly-sworn vow

birds sing, a soft song grasping the moon,

the child long since remembered peering from the brightest star
His glittering rays catching golden sun,

where husband and wife become one,

anchoring hearts and souls amid waters strong and far

At the scene of the sweetly-sworn vow

hope soars on button holes and waistcoat
and circular bands as fresh as wind-driven snow

We gaze as the dreams of wife and husband grow
pledge and passion scattering on scarlet berried

sycamores and soft leaf’d elms that sway and float

At the scene of the sweetly-sworn vow

Those trees stand still, breathing the summer silence

blossoms of toasted friendship lingering in a clearing sky,
black swan clouds ruffling into the distance high

The be-all, the end-all, the everything-all where art thou
husband and wife, wife and husband, sealing their sweet-sworn vow.

The ceremony was sealed with the beautiful news that Emma is expecting their second child and in the new year they will welcome new life, a brother or sister for the never to be forgotten Tommy. It’s a new beginning and they deserve all the happiness in the world.

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