15th September 2012
Hannah Smith & Greg Lakin were married at Lillibrooke Manor
If Love like wheat might ripen in the fields
We’d husband well the crop the sunlight yields.
We’d plough Love’s field with furrows straight and true;
Sow seeds of Love with care, as lovers do.
Love’s harvest ripe we’d reap with scythes of gold;
And sheaves of Love with golden thread enfold.
We’d cure Love sweet, with beat of gentle breeze
From wings of sugared sylphs and honeyed bees.
We’d shake the husk of hate from Love’s gold grain
With threshers’ happy skill, we’d thrash Love’s shame.
Winnow jealous Love free of anger’s chaff;
From refined Love shape life’s sustaining staff.
Glean selfish Love ‘til clear of envy’s curse
Then cast Love’s seed-corn ‘cross the universe.
Love’s Harvest is taken from Cashel, Tales my Mother told me