Soap Wedding – 32 years of purity and cleanliness – Secretly through the window he came flying, shy love fragrant greeting!

The Soap Wedding marks the wedding anniversary after thirty-two years of marriage. So the marriage is pure and cleansed of many small and big challenges.

Soap Wedding - 32nd Wedding Anniversary

Wedding speaker zen master Father Reding guides you through the soapy wedding and celebrates the family with you with a confirmation ritual according to your wishes.

Meditation and Wedding Prayer

Fly to her, my song, with light wings and announce to her what a quiet, happy glow in my faithful heart. That with holy twinkle Brightens up our loving night, distrust, fear and anxious darkness scares away the splendor of the day. Long overcome by silent fear, do you hear? the cheerful mind sang happily like the lark through the clear sky. That's why I took the flight to her, so that no sorrow weighs her down, I bid her welcome, she who is finally returning. Our till may be empty. but your heart must not be heavy.

Every hard word I say that escapes you – caress it immediately! And advise me in the same spirit!!! Every pouting silence rages frantically through the chest without meaning. Anger is always loss and forgiveness is always gain. Our hearts may both be heavy with shared adversity. But no hour between us can be empty of love. because I love you through thin and thick.

Soap Wedding

He flew secretly through the window, shy love, fragrant greeting. Does the hopeful advertiser see himself cheated? Contemplative maiden, why is thy foot hesitating? The enchanting breath of roses flows through the secret rooms of the chamber, lulls you into sweet, intoxicating dreams, awakens spring in your heart too. Soon you will lift them to your lips, roses to roses - blooming time! - But you still tremble with inner trembling - Do you sense the thorns?

Do you know the suffering? Death of life's misery ends well, but life shudders before death. Life does not see the dark hand, the bright chalice it offered. a heart shudders before love. As if threatened with extinction. for where love awakens, the ego, the dark despot, dies. You let him die in the night and breathe freely in the dawn.