Wedding Ceremony in Switzerland – Because the sum of our lives are the hours when we love!

Meditation and Wedding Prayer

Tell me, old rascal, how about cleaning your glasses. To look up a little bit about how you're using your time. Soft arms would often have loved to bed you warmly. But you stood coolly from afar, unmoved, as if chained. It often happened that you annoyed and resented the good times.

Just because this or that not wanted, like you wanted. So you've been hanging around in vain most of the time. Because the sum of our lives are the hours when we love.

Wedding Ceremony Switzerland

The sea glows endlessly before me, like the memory of rosy May. And that sail that glides across it seems to me as if it were my own heart. You unsteady vehicle there that sways and strays far away through the waves steers to and fro. Who can tell me where your sails are whizzing in this wide, island-rich sea? What island once your port of all the blue ones, scattered in the mirror of the glowing glow of the evening.

How to behold the heads of fair maidens emerging from the bathing lukewarm flood? O this here, on this floor of roses the evening now also strews its roses. That the heavenly blossoms caress the earthly ones, and earth and sky glow in the flower quarrel? Whether that one there, wearing his forehead so proudly, when dawn pressed his kiss on it. But whose golden rock wall, towering, never lets the boat of longing land?

Whether that island, that gently it lands. Many a ship lures and is lovely to look at when the moonlight pours down on its beaches and golden stars stand in the sea and the ether? Is it the blond, curly hair, whose fields are flooded with bright gold in lush seed?

The curly-black woman, with a wreath of forests rolling richly around her shoulders like linden hair? Who can tell me where this sail is whirling, and whether it's a ship that's drifting about there? Isn't it perhaps my heart that shakes, wanders, navigating the blue sea of memory?