On The Occasion of My Brother's Wedding
How can we embark with confidence on this course
When love in ruins is all we see around?
While radios bleat their faith in this great force,
We doubt their creed when it has run aground.
We know that people change, that men are fickle,
That 'irreconcilable differences' arise,
That sometimes relationships get in a pickle,
And yet we yearn for love sure as the skies.
Such love is found in one place, only one,
Where desire unites with agony and loss,
Where joy is sharper, deeper than mere fun,
And a Bridegroom loves a Bride from on a cross.
Beneath the loving eye and bloody face,
Now glorified, of Him Who such love chose,
Together we set out and steer by grace
Towards a port we know not- but He knows.
We trust in Him Who first that saying coined,
"You cannot pull apart what God has joined."
MacKillop-Woods Way Pilgrimage 2018 – Day Seven (22 April) – Narooma to Bodalla via Potato Point - I woke early before dawn on Sunday morning having slept like a log in the big comfortable bed at Marg Latimer’s home. The good food and wine and company (a...
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