Here Are The People

Before vows & ceremony, an orchestra tunes into a spire of harmony,

or a tree becomes its zenith in a quiet city square.  Let this day beat

through vessels & vowels, stronger than the last, longer than the next,

as we beam our best into your matrimony, to feel reflected back from its apex:

sunlight glinting off a sundial's gnomon; the strawberry's cardiatric form.

Toots, stem, leaves & flower.  Lungs, throat, lips & word.

In the making of the whole.  The making of us all.

by Tom Ironmonger

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