A Holy Act

The time comes for the marriage between Juliet and her Romeo. The excitment and nervousness builds within me, yet my actions to attempt to calm myself seems to be insignificant to how young Romeo is feeling at the moment.

'That one short minute gives me in her sight.
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love–devouring death do what he dare—
It is enough I may but call her mine'

He says. His fierce joy of being a young groom is hardly compared to my feelings at the moment. However, his love towards his fair soon-to-be wife can be his doom. There is this uncertainty and caution I still reserve for the reckless passion. But that and the tension coming from Romeo were quickly gone in the moment Juliet came into the cell of mine.

'Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.
A lover may bestride the gossamers
That idle in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall; so light is vanity.'

She was quick yet graceful. She was nervous yet composed. One simple phrase lead me to decide to make haste with the marriage.

'But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.'

I lead the pair up to the alter and stood them before the Holy One, may He be the witness of this happy occasion of marriage. I spoke the blessing and they spoke their vows to each other. Within minutes, there before me, stood Romeo and Juliet, from two as they enter but as one they exit. Their eyes spoke for them, the flames of love and devotion to one another burned within them. At that special moment, I am overjoyed to have witnessed this ceremony.