For a moment love wins
On a November evening in Georgia
The cypress trees invited the wedding party
The wedding canopy
the sky
a gigantic chuppah
We gathered in our robes of many colors
Black, white, yellow and all the hues of the rainbow
Joyful people ignoring genders
Young, old, abled, differently abled.
Rich and poor
Needing no religious labels other than children of the universe
A continuum of thinkers whose political affiliations did not define.
We gathered under the chuppah to celebrate love
We promise to love, support and cherish
In sickness and in health
In easy times and hard times
In rich and poor times.
We become the promise
Of the sword becoming the plowshare.
We break bread
We dance
We laugh
Our love is multiplied 70 x 7
Reaching to kiss the sky.
Hope is restored.
The gods declare
“Well done.”
For a moment love wins.
Written November 13, 2021
Jimmy F Pickett
Coachpickett.org
On a November evening in Georgia
The cypress trees invited the wedding party
The wedding canopy
the sky
a gigantic chuppah
We gathered in our robes of many colors
Black, white, yellow and all the hues of the rainbow
Joyful people ignoring genders
Young, old, abled, differently abled.
Rich and poor
Needing no religious labels other than children of the universe
A continuum of thinkers whose political affiliations did not define.
We gathered under the chuppah to celebrate love
We promise to love, support and cherish
In sickness and in health
In easy times and hard times
In rich and poor times.
We become the promise
Of the sword becoming the plowshare.
We break bread
We dance
We laugh
Our love is multiplied 70 x 7
Reaching to kiss the sky.
Hope is restored.
The gods declare
“Well done.”
For a moment love wins.
Written November 13, 2021
Jimmy F Pickett
Coachpickett.org
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