Not shrouds of silk, nor funeral black,
But garments are worn, where shadows track.
The weight of loss, a heavy cloak,
Draped o'er our hearts, a mournful folk.

Each thread, a memory bittersweet,
A whispered laugh, or shuffling feet.
A smile was long gone, a tear that fell,
These clothes of death, the stories tell.

Yet, in their folds, a strength takes hold,
A love that lingers, brave and bold.
Though shadows cling, a light breaks through,
We'll wear these clothes, and see us through.

Not words of men, but sounds unbound,
A language deep, in hearts profound.
No grammar binds, no meaning set,
A primal song, a soul's duet.

We speak in tongues, a fire's roar,
A crashing wave on some far shore.
Beyond the mind, where logic sleeps,
A well of feeling, oh so deep.

Each sound a brushstroke, paints the sky,
A tapestry where spirits fly.
Though words divide, these feelings bind,
We speak in tongues, one heart, one mind.

The river flows, a ceaseless song,
We bend to drink, where we belong.
Though waters rush, a constant churn,
The riverbed, the lessons learned,

Remain unchanged, a guiding truth,
We sip anew, in seasoned youth.
The taste may shift, with the heart's tide,
But to the source, we still confide.

Twice dipped, the cup, yet ever new,
We drink, ourselves, forever true.
The river sings, a constant hum,
We are the same, yet overcome.

Not born of one, yet kin to all,
We sprout from seeds that gently fall.
Nurtured by the sun, by rain, by grace,
We climb and weave in nature's space.

Whose fruit are we? A mingled breed,
Of sun and soil, of wind and seed.
From countless hands, our essence grows,
A tapestry where every petal shows.

We bloom, we wither, time takes flight,
Yet in our essence, all unite.
For in the end, beneath the sun,
We're simply fruit, become as one.

In the tender glow of the morning sun,
Whispered softly, our love had just begun.
A journey starts with a single step, a single run,
In the book of life, our story's first page spun.

With hearts entwined, a new chapter unfurls,
In the dance of destiny, together we swirl.
A promise made, in the silence of the night,
Under the stars, our love takes its first flight.

Our love has just begun, a seed sown deep,
In the garden of affection, a harvest we'll reap.
Through seasons of joy, through storms, we'll weather,
Our love, a treasure trove, we'll guard together.

With every sunrise, our love finds new heights,
In every sunset, a confirmation of our plight.
A bond unbreakable, a connection so strong,
In the symphony of our hearts, a lifelong song.

Our love has just begun, yet feels timeless, vast,
With each moment shared, a memory to last.
A journey of a thousand miles, with no end,
For in each other, a soulmate, a best friend.

So here's to us, on this journey, just begun,
To the adventures we'll have, the battles we'll win.
Our love, a beacon, guiding us through,
A testament of faith, in everything we do.

Fill this place with Your Holy Spirit, we pray,
Let Your presence descend here today.
Like a dove, peaceful and pure,
Bring us comfort that shall forever endure.

In every corner, let Your grace be found,
In every silence, let Your love resound.
Fill this space with a holy light,
Guide us, lead us, through the night.

With Your Holy Spirit, let us be imbued,
In our hearts, let Your peace be renewed.
Like a fire, burn away our fears,
With Your gentle touch, dry our tears.

Flow through this place like a mighty stream,
Let Your presence be our ultimate dream.
Fill us with strength, fill us with love,
Draw us closer to the heavens above.

Breathe into us life anew,
With every breath, let us feel You.
Fill this place, O Spirit divine,
Transform our hearts, and let your glory shine.

He has risen, from death's cold grasp released,
A dawn of hope, where darkness ceased.
Upon the horizon, where light anew,
Breaks the night, in hues so true.

From the tomb, where once he lay,
He has risen on this glorious day.
A miracle woven in the sacred text,
A story of love, complex, yet reflexive.

The stone rolled away, an empty grave,
He has risen, almighty to save.
In the hearts of the faithful, a joyous song,
A testament of where they belong.

In gardens of prayer, where whispers rise,
He has risen, beyond the skies.
A beacon of faith, of love divine,
In His resurrection, a holy sign.

Through trials and tribulations, we find our way,
He has risen, to guide the fray.
In His footsteps, a path we seek,
A strength in moments, when we are weak.

He has risen, let the earth proclaim,
In every whisper of His name.
A promise of eternal life, a sacred gift,
In His rising, our spirits lift.

So let the bells of Easter ring,
He has risen, let the choirs sing.
A celebration of life, of the victory won,
In His resurrection, a new day begins.