CALLING THE WATERS
Silver coins and gifts of tattered cloth
Placed as a token by a bubbling stream
A whispered wish or a plight of betroth
Softly spoken to encourage a dream.
From sacred waters spring all source of life
We clasp our hands then pledge our lovers vow
The sky our witness I take you my wife
This ancient promise to thee I endow.
We dip our hands into the hallowed spring
Then touch our heart anointing it with love
On your finger I place this wedding ring
Beneath the moon across the stars above.
And if it be your blessing to impart
Unite the beating of our kindred heart.
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