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readings for a civil wedding

34 replies

plama · 18/03/2010 09:09

Any suggestions for something nice / unusual for a friend who is reading at a wedding next month?

Thanks

OP posts:
lindy100 · 18/03/2010 09:13

I'm doing one for my sister in the summer.

Not 100% sure yet, but I like the Velveteen rabbit one. Can't do links but google velveteen rabbit wedding readings and it will def come up - I found it on a more general search.

It's cute and a bit different. But perhaps too cheesy and a bit twee?

Am also doing a reading at my cousin's civil ceremony three weeks after my sis! She's asked for me to read a poem - Love's Philosophy by Keats (I think). Nice.

Poledra · 18/03/2010 09:15

We had The Bargain by Sir Philip Sidney at our wedding here

AbricotsSecs · 18/03/2010 09:16

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BigBadMummy · 18/03/2010 09:19

We had the Captain Corelli verse, The Owl and the Pussy Cat (a verse read by each of my three DCs ) and my DH wrote our third reading and asked a friend to read it out .

There are lots of websites to Google if you in wedding readings.

geordieminx · 18/03/2010 09:20

We had a walled garden

A Walled Garden
'Your marriage' he said 'should have within it, a secret and protected place, open to you alone.
Imagine it to be a walled garden, entered by a door to which only you hold the key.
Within this garden, you will cease to be a mother, father, employee,
homemaker or any other of the roles which you fulfill in everyday life.
Here you are yourselves, two people who love each other.
Here you can concentrate on one another's needs.'
So take my hand and let us go back to our garden.
The time we spend together is not wasted but invested.
Invested in our future and the nurture of our love.
Anon

And Maybe

Maybe.....

Maybe?We are supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the Right one, so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
Maybe...it is true that we don't know what we have got until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives
Maybe...the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of
Everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their Way.
Maybe...the best kind of love is the kind you where you can sit on a sofa
Together never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best Conversation you've ever had
Maybe...you shouldn't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.
Maybe...you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.
Maybe Love is not about finding the perfect person; it's about learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. When you do what you can, love will do what you can't

countingto10 · 18/03/2010 09:43

We had the Art of Marriage here

SolidGoldBrass · 18/03/2010 09:51

Ooh, my favourite subject.
Try this

or this - you might want to cut the line about knickers though.

Or this if they want something classic.

VivClicquot · 18/03/2010 09:58

We had the Maybe reading above, and also A Lovely Love Story by Edward Monkton.

A bit random, I admit, but that was the one that went down best with our guests who said it was 'very us'

Poledra · 18/03/2010 09:59

SGB, you have surprised me - I didn't expect this to be something you've given much thought to (I don't mean to be rude, just that I didn't think you were that interested in marriage).

I love your choices - I would have considered the Donne one had I known of it at the time.

Lexilicious · 18/03/2010 10:09

I read a native american poem at my best friend's wedding a couple of years ago. They'd edited it down to the sections they wanted, hang on... googling...

The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (edited, cropped and abused by Jon)

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are square in your moon.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true yourself.

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know, or how you came here.

I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in empty moments.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon in everyone?s presence.

[makes me quite teary now actually]

ItsGraceAgain · 18/03/2010 10:21

I know it's very popular (and is from the bible) but this is still my favourite:

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

(I Corinthians 13:4-8)

geordieminx · 18/03/2010 10:41

You arent allowed to juse readings from the bible at a civil ceremony

ItsGraceAgain · 18/03/2010 10:50

Surely that means religious texts (with god in them)? I should have thought banning any book very un-civil, let alone the best-known one in the world.

ItsGraceAgain · 18/03/2010 10:53

Yes, I'll Marry You
Yes, I'll marry you, my dear,
And here's the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed
When the baby starts to cry,
And if we hear a knocking
And it's creepy and it's late,
I hand you the torch you see,
And you investigate.

Yes I'll marry you, my dear,
You may not apprehend it,
But when the tumble-drier goes
It's you that has to mend it,
You have to face the neighbour
Should our labrador attack him,
And if a drunkard fondles me
It's you that has to whack him.

Yes, I'll marry you,
You're virile and you're lean,
My house is like a pigsty
You can help to keep it clean.
That sexy little dinner
Which you served by candlelight,
As I do chipolatas,
You can cook it every night!

It's you who has to work the drill
and put up curtain track,
And when I've got PMT it's you who gets the flak,
I do see great advantages,
But none of them for you,
And so before you see the light,
I do, I do, I do!

(Pam Ayres)

ItsGraceAgain · 18/03/2010 10:55

The Colour Of My Love
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Knowing that we'll never part.
I'll draw the years all passing by
So much to learn, so much to try.

I'll paint my mood in shadow blue,
Paint my soul to be with you.
I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones,
Draw your mouth to my own.

I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears
And trace a look to calm your fears.
A silhouette of dark and light
To hold each other oh so tight.

I'll paint the stars in the evening sky,
Draw the light into your eyes,
A touch of love, a touch of grace,
To softly fall on your moonlit face.

And with this ring our lives will start,
Let nothing keep our love apart.
I'll take your hand to hold in mine,
And be together through all time.

(David Foster and Arthur Janov)

megonthemoon · 18/03/2010 10:56

We had Atlas by U.A. Fanthorpe. Not at all lovey dovey, but it said what we thought marriage was actually all about:

There is a kind of love called maintenance
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it

Which checks the insurance, and doesn?t forget
The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs;

Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes; which deals with dentists

And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds

The permanently rickety elaborate
Structures of living, which is Atlas.

And maintenance is the sensible side of love,
Which knows what time and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dryrotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in air,
As Atlas did the sky.

flibertygibet · 18/03/2010 11:00

From Rumi

Two Forms, One Soul

Happy is the moment, when we sit together,
With two forms, two faces, yet one soul,
you and I.

The flowers will bloom forever,
The birds will sing their eternal song,
The moment we enter the garden,
you and I.

The stars of heaven will come out to watch us,
And we will show them
the light of a full moon ?
you and I.

No more thought of "you" and "I."
Just the bliss of union ?
Joyous, alive, free of care, you and I.

All the bright-winged birds of heaven
Will swoop down to drink of our sweet water ?
The tears of our laughter, you and I.

What a miracle of fate, us sitting here.
Even at the opposite ends of the earth
We would still be together, you and I.

We have one form in this world,
another in the next.

To us belongs an eternal heaven,
the endless delight of you and I.

SolidGoldBrass · 18/03/2010 11:14

Poledra: I'm actually a BHA-trained wedding celebrant.. I like rituals and ceremonies and think marriage is fine for other people, just not for me.
Grace: readings from religious texts (of any kind) are banned for civil weddings and not regarded as terribly appropriate for humanist ones (though speaking as a celebrant, I would use my discretion re the one you quoted and probably allow it).

ANd there are some nice ones on here that are new to me (grabs celebrant notebook).

lottiejenkins · 18/03/2010 11:25

Poems for Weddings this is a good book!!

This is fun!!
When your hair has turned to winter
and your teeth are in a plate,
When your getter up and go
Has gone to stop and wait -
I'll still be loving you.

When your attributes have shifted
beyond the bounds of grace,
I'll count your many blessings,
not the wrinkles in your face -

I'll still be loving you.

When the crackle in your voice
matches that within your knee
and the times are getting frequent
that you don't remember me -
I'll still be loving you.

Growing old is not a sin,
it's something we all do.
I hope you'll always understand -
I'll still be loving you.

C. David Hay.

maduggar · 18/03/2010 11:36

I am having my DDs (7 & 9) do a reading at my wedding, leaning towards the velveteen Rabbit at the moment ....

ItsGraceAgain · 18/03/2010 13:22

Blimey, SGB, you've got more strings to your bow than a violin!

emsyj · 18/03/2010 13:27

We had 'I Like You' by Sandol Stoddard Warburg (with a bit of abridgement as it's quite long).

I like you
And I know why
I like you because
You are a good person
To like
I like you because
When I tell you something special
You know it's special
And you remember it
A long long time
You say
Remember when you told me
Something special
And both of us remember
When I think something is important
You think it's important too
When I say something funny
You laugh
I think I'm funny and
You think I'm funny too
I like you because
You know where I'm ticklish
And you don't tickle me there
except
Just a little tiny bit
sometimes
But if you do then I know where to tickle you too
You know how to be silly
That's why I like you
Boy are you ever silly
I never met anybody sillier than me
till I met you
I like you because
You know when it's time to stop being silly
Maybe day after tomorrow
Maybe never
Oops too late
It's quarter post silly
We fool around the same way all the time
Sometimes we don't say a word
We snurkle under fences
We spy secret places
If I am a goofus on the roofus
Hollering my head off
You are one too
If I pretend I am drowning
You pretend you are saving me
If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag
Then you are getting to jump
That's because
You really like me
You really like me
Don't you
And I really like you back
And you like me back
And I like you back
And that's the way we keep on going
Every day
If you go away
then I go away too
Or if I stay home
You send me a postcard
You don't just say
Well see you around
Some time
Bye
I like you a lot
because of that
If I go away
I send you a postcard too
And I like you because
If we go away together
And if we are in Grand Central Station
And if I get lost
then you are the one that is yelling for me
Hey where are you
Here I am
And I like you because
When I am feeling sad
You don't always cheer me up right away
Sometimes it is better to be sad
You can't stand the others being so googly and gaggly
every single minute
You want to think about things
It takes time
I like you because if I am mad at you
Then you are mad at me too
It's awful when the other person isn't

They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about
punch them in the nose
I like you because if I think I am going to
throw up then you are really sorry
You don't just pretend you are busy looking at
the birdies and all that
You say maybe it was something you ate
You say same thing happened to me one time
And the same thing did

If you find two four-leaf clovers
You give me one
If I find four
I give you two
If we only find three
We keep on looking
Sometimes we have good luck
And sometimes we don't
If I break my arm and
If you bread your arm too
Then it is fun to have a broken arm
I tell you about mine
You tell me about yours
We are both sorry
We write our names and draw pictures
We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too
I like you because
I don't know why but
Everything that happens
Is nicer with you
I can't remember when I didn't like you
It must have been lonesome then
I like you because because
I forget why I like you
But I do
So many reasons
On the Fourth of July I like you because
It's the Fourth of July
On the Fifth of July
I like you too
If you and I had some drums
And some horns and some horses
If we had some hats and some
Flags and some fire-engines
We could be a HOLIDAY
We could be a CELEBRATION
We could be a WHOLE PARADE
See what I mean?
Even if it was the
nine-hundred-and-ninety-ninth of July
Even if it was August
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November
Even if it was no place particular in January
I would go on choosing you
And you would go on choosing me
Over and over again
That's how it would happen every time
I don't know why

I guess I don't know why I like you really
Why do I like you
I guess I just like you
I guess I just like you
Because I like you

AngryPixie · 18/03/2010 13:45

Surprised no one has mentioned 'The Prophet' but it does mention God

You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when the white wings
of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.

ElephantsAndMiasmas · 18/03/2010 14:24

Some of these are really gorgeous, especially the "I like you" poem, and the ee cummings and john donne must be some of the best love poetry ever.

Can I nominate "Hard to Say" by Carol Ann Duffy? If it's not too, er, steamy (there is actual steam)

"Hard to Say"

I asked him to give me an image for Love, something I could see,
or imagine seeing, or something that, because of the word
for its smell, would make me remember, something possible
to hear. Don?t just say love, I said, love, love, I love you.
On the way home, I thought of our love and how, lately,
I too have grown lazy in expressing it, snuggling up to you
in bed, idly murmuring those tired clichés without even thinking.
My words have been grubby confetti, faded, tacky, blown far
from the wedding feast. And so it was, with a sudden shock of love,
like a peacock flashing wide its hundred eyes, or a boy?s voice
flinging top G to the roof of an empty church, or a bottle
of French perfume knocked off the shelf, spilling into the steamy bath,
I wanted you. After the wine, the flowers I brought you drowned
in the darkening light. As we slept, we breathed their scent all night.

If it's a civil partnership, can I also plug "White Writing" -another Duffy one . Is this in your book yet sgb? Would do for men too if you eliminate the skirt verse (but who am i to judge skirt-wearers)

No vows written to wed you
I write them white,
my lips on yours,
light in the soft hours of our married years.

No prayers written to bless you,
I write them white,
your soul a flame,
bright in the window of your maiden name.

No laws written to guard you,
I write them white,
your hand in mine,
palm against palm, lifeline, heartline.

No rules written to guide you,
I write them white,
words on the wind,
traced with a stick where we walk in the sand.

No news written to tell you,
I write it white,
foam on a wave,
as we lift up our skirts in the sea, wade,

see last gold sun behind clouds,
inked water in the moonlight.
No poems written to praise you,
I write them white.

OmicronPersei8 · 18/03/2010 14:38

I Wanna Be Yours
By John Cooper Clarke

Let me be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
Let me be you ford cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You shall call the shots
I wanna be yours

Let me be your raincoat
For those frequent rainy days
Let me be your dreamboat
When you wanna sail away
Let me be your teddy bear
Take me with you anywhere
I don?t care
I wanna be yours

Let me be your electric meter
I will not run out
Let me be your electric heater
You get cold without
Let me be your setting lotion
Hold your hair with deep devotion
Deep as the deep Atlantic Ocean
That?s how deep is my emotion
Deep deep deep
de deep deep
I don?t wanna be hers
I wanna be yours

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