What Is It About Weddings?

17 hours ago
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Have you ever looked at the audience at a wedding?

Wistful eyes are a very common occurrence.

Eyes that seem to be looking out through a window,

Into eternity;

Through a gentle breeze

That roses their cheeks,

Parts their lips;

On a cool, bright morning when anything is possible.

The horizon in their glance is at once misty, mysterious,

And so enticing.

I could stare at them forever.

The heroes of all their childhood fairytales

Are all there with them,

Sitting on their laps,

Listening to every word that’s spoken

By the bride, the groom, by everyone who speaks.

Words weigh more at weddings.

Our whole lives long, we get away with it;

But at a wedding, somehow, everything matters.

A touch is meant.

A look is piercing.

Everything comes directly from the heart,

And returns to the heart

Like dust to dust, but it’s the dust of magic.

Well spoken words wait for weddings to have their big chance:

They know they will be heard.

Weightless words are nervous, fearful: They know this is not a good place for scraping by.

They prefer not to attend;

But if they do, they feel exposed; noticed;

Not as welcome as they like to be,

The way they’re used to being admired

In what we call “The real world” -

When the train to work is whistling along

And everyone is standing, shaking with the convulsions of the electric track, holding onto leather hooks for dear life -

Lest they should fall off and miss one day.

Words fill their earphones, their telephones, their newspapers, their brief exchanges;

A million “Hello, How Are You’s” by 9am.

Another day.

Every other day

Is an-other day.

But then, there’s weddings.