Help me Flist - you're my only hope

[kellifer]

So my best friend/flatmate is getting married and she wants me to read something, like a poem or something like that about love and stuff. The celebrant provided a reading but it's kinda lame and impersonal - does anyone have any ideas? Another friend had a reading from The Skin Horse and it was very cute but done so I can't do that.

I'm relying on the fact that you all are creative and far more well read than me (considering my book shelves are full of Stephen King, Clive Barker etc and that might not be appropriate) and can make some suggestions??

Help!

ETA: Thank you so much!

In other news, I am writing at the moment. I know it doesn't really seem like it but I truly am. I even have a couple of stories ready to go - just need some clean up. Plus, my entry for kamikazeremix should be posted v. soon, I've signed up for the SPN Xmas exchange (one of my prompts was pretty much the same as a prompt of mine and I'm writing that... heh!) and I maaaay have signed up for Inception Big Bang... eep!

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[shadwrayvn.livejournal.com]

Here are some of my favs

“Roads Go Ever Ever On” By J.R.R Tolkien

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

“To Be One With Each Other” by George Eliot

What greater thing is there for two human souls
than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen
each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the
silent unspoken memories?

“Love Is A Great Thing” by Thomas à Kempis

Love is a great thing, yea, a great and thorough good. By itself it makes that is heavy light; and it bears evenly all that is uneven.

It carries a burden which is no burden; it will not be kept back by anything low and mean; it desires to be free from all wordly affections, and not to be entangled by any outward prosperity, or by any adversity subdued.

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility. It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

Though weary, it is not tired; though pressed it is not straitened; though alarmed, it is not confounded; but as a living flame it forces itself upwards and securely passes through all.

Love is active and sincere, courageous, patient, faithful, prudent and manly.

“Hope is the Thing with Feathers” by Emily Dickenson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me.