Their first meeting – the coach for Archant’s annual awards ceremony,
Mandy walked down the aisle refilling raised glasses. Hot Tottie!
cried Andrew. Squashed together colleagues in best attire fell silent.
Mandy turned, hair cascading, and she laughed.

Theirs was a long-distance romance. Distance brought planes
and trains keeping track, distance brought car journeys
on snow-cotton drifts, distance brought photo’s lighting walls
and shelves with family and friends.

If you were to ask them about the distance they might recall
their first date at Cartmel, or times spent with dear friends
at Fitzfest, or the long nights on farmland in the camper-van,
or recalling the craggy outcrops of Haystacks.

Andrew proposed in the heart of the plateau of ancient stones,
watched by Skiddaw, Blencathra, Cat Bells, Helvellyn –
and bleating sheep and Japanese with cameras. In the office
testing a land-line. Scraping the words on the car windscreen –

Will You, Marry. Me?

The ‘For Sale’ sign in sunshine brought garden tools
and new paths, strawberries, peppers, trees that grow
a robin’s all year song. The door opens with welcome light,
knitted things, glints of eyes, orange fur, a teddies bow tie.

Today, Mandy’s wedding dress is made from silk
of snowdrop petals woven by small creatures of the wood.
The seamstress sewed tiny stars in hidden seams, Mandy’s
Nanny smiles down at the stardust trail.

Life is a journey of wonder and faith,
love is a journey of discovery and trust,
may you both have a happy new journey
blessed today with God’s love.

2nd May 2015,  Church of St Peter, Easton