Your Wedding Celebrant in Lucerne – Wedding Ceremony – I carry it in the depths of my soul, no coincidence is enough!

Your wedding celebrant in Lucerne: Father Reding (Zen Master) from the Honora Zen monastery will guide you through the wedding ceremony according to your wishes and ideas.

Meditation and Wedding Prayer

You dear walls, kind and trusting, you who coolly enclose me and look down with a silvery shine when there is a full moon above! You once saw me there so sadly, my head on limp hands, when I saw myself alone. And nobody understood me. Now a different light has dawned, the time of mourning is over, and some are walking the path with me through the sanctuary of life. Chance never robs them from my true sense.

I carry it in the depths of my soul, no coincidence is enough. You wall make me think I'm gloomy like I used to be, that's quiet joy. When you shine in the moonlight, my chest expands. At every window I imagine, then a friend's head lowered, which also looks at the sky like that, which also thinks like me.

Your Wedding Celebrant in Lucerne

A quickly fading afternoon thunderstorm pounded on distant mountains like thunderbolts. The peasants went home on tired horses, and the vintners and reapers returned singing. On all the roofs, blue pillars smoked frugally towards the sky, an airy lattice. Now it is night, the owls are already haunting, the zither sounds lonely from an arbor.

The first green of the seed, moistened by the rain, stretches far along the low hillside. Two large crows flutter in alarm to brown thorn bushes in a green ravine. As there is a little cloud on the still sea. So the mountains rest in the back in the blue, on which a fine rain falls. Like silver veils, thin and quivering grey.

Wedding

I want to walk with the moon. Dreams lead snake paths over mountains, bring steps through the forest to the moon. Through cypresses, he is suddenly amazed that I am walking towards him. He bleeds smiling from the olive tree when I am peacefully drawn down the valley.

Snake paths through the woods bring me to the silver lake. Only a skiff on the water, holy above our moon. Snake paths through the woods lead me to a mountain. Above is the moon and waits, and I climb easily.