Church Wedding Poems and Vows

red and evergreen bushes proudly displayed, joy marriage's first kiss **I got married in December and the church was full of poinsettias....it was so beautiful.

Wedding March starts, she comes down the church aisle. In a beautiful white gown. Transcending all beauty. Eternally joining two lives to one Saying vows to each other. Prayer then postlude plays. For Dr.Ram Mehta's "Wedding is one of the special events in marriage" contest

The day the earth stood still, bells suspended in the tower, chimes froze in vacant space, nullified the hour. Her veil like spider web, stiff with Winter frost, hung upon the mannequin head, poignant and lost. His buttonhole carnation, a bullet wound lapel, blood red with cautious dying, in the dresser fell. And all the best laid plans unravel seam by seam, faint echoes in an empty church, never more to dream.

White lace and snowflakes on our wedding day A blizzard raging outside Warmth abounds in the church In spite of the weather all guests arrived To watch as we exchanged rings Most smiled, but mama cried *Written for Dr. Ram’s contest: "Wedding is one of the special events in marriage"

He had brought me flowers. roses. They were darkest red. Church bells tolled from behind with golden sound; bittersweet bittersweet. He came to me, dressed in black; in black with flowers in his hand roses. They were darkest red like exotic dancers adorned with crimson leaves. A crowd was there; people I knew and some were crying. A man of God was there as well. Reading from his book of God. But All I could see was him dressed in black; in black with flowers.

A few grammes of youthfulness Ripples of laughter A mixture of common sense One glass of good looks A pint of humour Bouquets of Love ! Paraphrase from a church recipe booklet of the early 1900's

Bright warm sunny day My bride adorned in white lace Church bells ringing out Church bells ringing out In god's presence vows taken Love, cherish I will Love, cherish I will Wedding cake cut, celebrate Smiling happy faces We have been married thirty six years this August

A room filled up with white gardenias Sweet feel of love in the air This is a joyous day! Loved ones to bear witness to our union Fill the church from side to side With my soul I thee wed for "Wedding"contest sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta

Wedding Day Bright Saturday in June and there, for once, the whole of it and, Lord, I have no camera. Outside the church a wedding party waits. A Mass is still in progress. Before the wedding can begin ten men, in files of five, must carry out the corpse. Donal Mahoney

Transitions Bright Saturday in Spring and there, for once, the whole of it and, Lord, I have no camera. Outside the church a wedding party waits. A Mass is still in progress. Before the wedding can begin ten men, in files of five, must carry out the corpse. Donal Mahoney