Amber Wedding – 34 years Scent of Love – Wish my love is big enough to listen to where the need of the other lies!

Meditation and Wedding Prayer

Already the night has opened the silver shrine of heaven. Now the lake washes the reflection towards you, towards you! And in the splendor it rocks A light dark boat. But he carries and rocks me to you, up to you! I can already hear the fountain going next to the little gate, and this has opened a kindly breeze from the east. The little star shoots, the blood falls from the tree into my boat. All the world thirsts for love, now, little ship, get on!

Heart, my heart, why so happy, so restless and absent-minded, as if the beautiful springtime were already blissfully coming over the mountains. Because a dear girl presses her heart to my heart again, you look up and down happily. Earth and sky refresh you. And I have the windows open, old fears, old hopes are entering the world again!

It should be spring, spring! I can't stay still here anymore, singing is roaring through my breast, but it's too light for me to write, and I'm so happy and confused. So I stroll through the streets, people go back and forth. Don't know what I'm doing, just that I'm so happy.

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I wish I had eyes with which I could look into someone's heart. And who don't become blind to paying attention to what he needs from me. I wish I had ears with which I can also perceive intermediate tones. And who don't go deaf when listening to what the other person's happiness and need is. I wish for a mouth that calls injustice by its name. And who is not at a loss for a word of comfort and love at the right time.

Wish me hands with which I can caress tenderly. And who don't hold on to what I have in abundance and can share. I wish for feet that get me on the path to what is important. And who don't stop at the steps that are crucial. Wish me a backbone with which I can live upright and sincerely, and which does not bow to oppression, arbitrariness and power. I wish a heart in which many people are at home.

And that never tires of practicing love and forgiving guilt. One word leads to another, and a trivial disagreement quickly escalates into a full-fledged argument. In the end, silence has the last word. I wish I was strong enough to admit my own mistakes and no longer have to be ashamed of my guilt. I wish that my love is big enough to listen to the needs of the other who hurt me so much that I can understand and forgive.