Monday, September 21, 2009

The toast... :-)

Almost forgot! Here was my toast to Mr. & Mrs. Hasani Davis. This is how I wrote it, though it came out a little different when I spoke (nerves and such):

I have known Hasani for many years and he is the sort of man who immediately welcomes you into his company. Set him in a room full of strangers and he brightens each new face with cheer, draws out thundering laughter that echoes for hours and before he leaves he has embraced you as a brother. Afterwards, if Hasani sees a friend in need, he reacts without hesitation.

These are qualities we must all applaud.

Hasani, today you are the hero who has found his lady fair, you are a king who has married his queen. And such a queen you have found.

Banke, your husband speaks of you at every opportunity with praise and pride. You are a gracious, fine, strong woman who has brought Hasani joy without measure. You bring healing with your heart as well as with your hands.

And these are qualities we must all applaud. Now let us all raise our glasses.

Hasani & Banke, together you shall render mountains into level green fields, straighten every road and each morning the sky shall shine bright blue for you have arrived at your garden of joy. Cheers!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

You never know when you need that tuxedo in the closet...

It's been a lovely weekend first with the birth of my newest nephew Jaiden (insert three more middle names I cannot spell at the moment) and participating in Banke & Hasani's wedding.

Jaiden, son of my sister Melody and her husband Joseph, I look forward to seeing you soon. Eight pounds, geeez you're a little linebacker! I will learn to spell all your names, little man... but you can expect to get a special nickname from me just like your big brothers, Joshua (Round Brown) and Justin (Cujo).

And the weddings! Both the Friday and Saturday ceremonies were beautiful and grand, filled with song and jubilation.
On Friday, I do not jest or make light when I say it was an honor to lay down on the floor and support my friend Hasani as he asked his bride's family for her hand to the resounding music of talking drums.

Those of you who have friended me on Facebook can see all the video and photos there. (It's kinda hard to tell but this is Hasani on the floor begging for the hand of his bride).

The richness of the love filling the hall was incredible. I admit to being caught in awe. And again in the Saturday wedding, I felt proud to have the chance to do one of the readings and to later offer a toast to the happy couple.

So I was very glad I had my tuxedo on hand and ready. It's not everyday it gets put to such worthy, memorable use!

Many blessings to my sister Melody, Joseph and their boys and to Hasani and Banke, you have arrived together at your garden of joy.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away