Wedding Day

Little do you know,
On your wedding day.
What hurt and trouble,
Will come your way.

Little do you know,
Of the unwanted fuss.
That tangles your life,
And comes to us.

Little do you know,
Of the joys you hold.
Of experiences in your hand,
That can not be told.

Of your sweet encounters,
The words you once knew.
Where love walks a weed-patch,
In ways tried and true.

For life has its measure,
Heaped up...and much more.
You are called to act on it,
And your cup runneth o'er.


E.P. 1908 - 1989