My son and his bride asked me to write and read a poem in the ceremony. I have not written poems for some months, and I struggled with it. Until I realized I only needed to write a blessing. And then I had all the help I needed from this, the center of my universe. I stood between the bride and groom, who faced each other (and me), when I read ...
Blessing from the Meadow
We are standing in the superconducting bowl of the meadow!
Rays of goldenrod shine as if Earth herself is a sun.
I have stood here and met wild friends: tree, bird, grass, insect and doe.
And now you are here, blessing us in your turn!
We gather around this new ball of light like birds around a sunrise,
chirping and cheering. With this blessing:
As the warm sun of your love grows like yeasted bread
may you nourish each other and tantalize the world with your fragrance.
The way the silk of the spider is woven between stalks in a morning mist,
may you reflect light to each other, especially when days are not clear.
Like the sparrow and phoebe who sing their morning songs
may you open each day with music, the language of the heart.
Like the red dragonfly balancing impossibly on a blade of timothy grass
may you color your home with joyful surprises.
As the turkey vulture floats on thermals scouting silently for food
may you be watchful for what sustains you.
The way the bluebirds steadfastly guard their babies,
may you protect each other, and one day your family.
With the cleansing clarity of lavender and rosemary,
may you clear the air of restless uneasiness.
As a breeze makes the grass dance, free and wild,
may you love and enhance each other’s solitude.
As kind as rain after a month of drought
may you renew each other when you feel dried up.
Like the owl and fox who patiently wait,
may you wait patiently on each other.
And like fireflies winking their starry code from the tops of trees to their mates below
may you never stop wooing each other with your light.
And now, creatures of this meadow, take their light, and multiply!