Wedding Wings: A Toast
Wedding Wings: A Toast
— Book of Tobit 13:2
Westley: Can you move at all?
Buttercup: Move? You’re alive! If you want I can fly!
— The Princess Bride, William Goldman
If it ends with mawwiage, it’s a comedy.
Let Buttercup and Westley stare
down Cliffs of Insanity,
Pits of Despair,
and death:
breath
sticks to his side,
the miracle is wrought,
plots unknot and the knot is tied.
It’s inconceivable! Though also not,
since journeys to the bottom of the heart
are like that: storms and undertows
threaten to pull us apart,
the spirit grows
thin, ill,
until
the bitter weather
breaks halcyon, the dove
lends each earthbound soul a feather,
and, wing on wing, they climb the skies of love.
Each day can’t be a comedy, it’s true,
but can, with hope and help, fulfill
one heart dovetailed from two
by miracle:
today
I pray
love fills your cup
with grace in times of trial
and help and hope to lift you up.
Conceive it, and it’s yours. The heavens smile.
— For Patrick and Bethany, June 1, 2013
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