Thoughts Have Hands

A Wedding blessing
May the happy exhaustion young lovers know, 

encircle you with bliss. 
May the spirit of hospitality conquer all the quarrels and struggles of life.
May your evenings be like purple violets, soft and delicate to the touch. 

And your mornings fill your senses with the smell of fresh coffee, warm bread and tender understandings. 
May you dance joyfully together the tango of life,

leaning in close to catch the rhythm of the other’s soul,

but spin freely on your own two feet. 
May your relationship become like the grape vine, 

binding your hearts into one, 

bursting with spring fruit, 

and the good rich wine of summer. 
May the laughter of children, bless you.
May the bright colors of the autumn to come, 

comfort you with happy detachment.
And the winter snows draw you before warm fires of memory and grace. 
And may the spirit of love that plays hide and seek with us all, catch and hold you from this day forward and evermore. THH 

PS Written sometime ago, posted by Tom Hardin, Sept. 7, 2015. 

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