Ceremony and Vow Ideas
glasgowtolondon
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Readings for Ceremony
Hi everyone!
We really want to have a couple of readings at our ceremony, most probably given by both our mothers. So far I have settled on A Red Red Rose by Robert Burns (I'm Scottish), but am struggling with a second. We are getting married in a town hall (think in the US it is the same as a courthouse wedding), so we can't have any references to religion, which we are fine with.
Any ideas would be gratefully received!
We really want to have a couple of readings at our ceremony, most probably given by both our mothers. So far I have settled on A Red Red Rose by Robert Burns (I'm Scottish), but am struggling with a second. We are getting married in a town hall (think in the US it is the same as a courthouse wedding), so we can't have any references to religion, which we are fine with.
Any ideas would be gratefully received!
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Re: Readings for Ceremony
I know, I keep looking through lists of readings on various websites and I guess my problem is that nothing I've read so far seems personal to us, so I haven't really added anything to the shortlist.
FI's favourite book is les mis, I wonder if there are any passages in it that might be appropriate....I need to do more research!
“The future belongs to hearts even more than it does to minds. Love, that is the only thing that can occupy and fill eternity. In the infinite, the inexhaustible is requisite.
Love participates of the soul itself. It is of the same nature. Like it, it is the divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. It is a point of fire that exists within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can extinguish. We feel it burning even to the very marrow of our bones, and we see it beaming in the very depths of heaven…
What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is to love! The heart becomes heroic, by dint of passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests on anything that is not elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more germinate in it, than a nettle on a glacier. The serene and lofty soul, inaccessible to vulgar passions and emotions, dominating the clouds and the shades of this world, its follies, its lies, its hatreds, its vanities, its miseries, inhabits the blue of heaven, and no longer feels anything but profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, as the crests of mountains feel the shocks of earthquake.
If there did not exist some one who loved, the sun would become extinct.”