saturday

i was in north florida at my sister's wedding. it was relatively informal but they had a methodist minister presiding. i am so far removed from religious institutions that it seemed at once quaint and full of masked truths. as the minister tied the knot around their hands, a flock of white birds appeared over the pine trees, just under the greyblue clouds that auspiciously moved on without raining. if what the preacher meant by "jesus" is in other terms called "grace" then what he said about it coming into their lives in unknown or unasked for ways was already presenting evidence. it was a time of profound wishfullness, fulfilling itself. i was glad to be there to witness it.