Referencing John 2. 1-10.
Cool air blows over the beacon. As the sun's golden rays gently meld to pinks, reds, magnesium blue. People appear through the woods in the twilight, up with the bride's party, and groom's party come together. Music and excitement are in the air.
The druid draws a circle in the grass, the highest grass for all around. A circle made from a thin shower of sand. His pen, and small plump sack. This is the circle for two to become one. This will be their new world together.
And then it is done, the ceremony is complete. The people roar and stamp, the children twirl, the women shriek, the men clap sticks together.
But something is missing. A silence falls, the people know by a look. Has the spell been broken? The atmosphere is draining. Mary turns to her son. He smiles and shrugs. "It's not my time you know mum." Mary crosses over to the worried faces of the groomsmen. "Follow him, do what he says." With little choice, they slink off behind. He strides ahead.
Over to where the children sit. A subdued tone has fallen. Gently he touches the smallest child. She beings a calm sweet song. Then to the next child. His hand presses lightly on a shoulder. Harmony begins. And on round the group. Electricity passes through the throng, people stand, the mood is lifting. The husband's face breaks into a heartfelt grin. He cannot move his eyes from those of his bride. She is radiant. Joy wells up. The spirit rises and soon there is a new song on the hill top, a song of the spirit no one will forget.
"We normally reserve the magical songs for the beginning. Now no one will every want to leave this party" says the steward.
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