A Wedding Toast


You join your hands in the spring of your lives.

And as you walk through the summer and fall,

Through planting and harvests,

Through rain and storms,

 Remembering they are needed to grow,

May it be that in the deep winter of your lives,

When you must part,

You are still holding hands.


Copyright Christopher Mitchell 1999, 2007, 2012.

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  1. danneromeroMarch 10, 2012 at 8:19 PM

    ah, nice, christopher. so telling.

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  2. Colleen Keller BreuningMarch 22, 2013 at 8:03 PM

    That is so resonantly beautiful!!!

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    1. Another Government EmployeeMarch 22, 2013 at 9:57 PM

      It was composed in about 10 minutes at my niece's wedding as a toast. And I still get requests from people for copies.

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