Malachite Wedding – 37 years of contentment and hope – We walked through the quiet mild night, your arm in mine!
The Malachite Wedding marks the wedding anniversary after thirty-seven years of marriage. Satisfaction because the hope was never lost to strive for the good as the highest good in family and marriage. The green stands for fertility and maybe the grandchildren are already born.
Malachite Wedding - 37th Wedding Anniversary
Wedding speaker zen master Father Reding guides you through the malachite wedding and celebrates the family with you with a confirmation ritual according to your wishes.
Meditation and Wedding Prayer
Do you look so deeply into my eyes, do you say, I am forever, my love, yours Must I appear to you as a foolish blood. Just let me cry then, crying is so good. Do you ask what suffering makes me weep? Can the harp avoid that, when touched, it sounds? How the sound that rests in her must appear. See, I have to cry like this, crying is so good. Giving up everything is the custom of love. Accept my life and my death too!
All my songs soft flattery. The one Eden rebuilds itself from rubble. All thoughts of light that boldly twine upwards into eternity on happiness and suffering. All my quiet longing, intimately familiar to you, which thaws down on you in blissful tears! Take that you lack nothing when the hour calls, take my whole soul as a sacrificial scent!
Malachite Wedding
Your hands over my head, your love over my ways. And yet they lead towards the night, and a grave is the end of our wanderings! Let us, dearest, look into the sun, drink golden light and lust and freedom and then wave blissful eyes across to the quiet, sunless meadows. That when we have to part from the light, another dream glows through the long night, and memory blooms around the grave with the roses from your kisses.
We walked through the quiet mild night, your arm in mine, your eye in mine. The moon poured silver light over your face, your beautiful head rested as if on a gold background. And you seemed to me like a saint, mild, mild and great and full of soul, holy and pure like the dear sun. And a warm urge swelled in my eyes, like anticipation of tears. I gripped you tighter and kissed you, kissed you very softly.