n a few hours I will be officiating at a wedding of a lovely, young couple. I have enjoyed getting to know them. They have each written their vows, and I am the only one who has read both. I am encouraged to see how similar the wording is. I pray this really is a sign that their hearts are echoing one another.
Today, many pictures will be taken, and I cannot help but see these pictures on a distant wall sixty or seventy years from now. I lean closer, and wait. I sense a beautiful ancient story coming round once more.
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you,
Not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They have been in each other all along.
- from Rumi, The Book of Love, translation by Coleman Barks
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