Mark and Julia were married today,
In the cold December rain.
Where, in a brief respite, as best we might,
We let our hexamine heated best wishes ascend,
On giddying fragile lantern sparks,
The Montgolfiers soon dwarfed,
Dwindling in the grim and lowering cloud,
Before the returning rain sent us all scurrying.
Later we cast the young couple adrift,
To navigate alone,
The cold and unforgiving seas of matrimony.
Their youthful confidence, ardour and vigour,
Will keep their small craft afloat for a while.
But I hope, yes I hope and I pray,
That it will be enough in the coming day,
To patch and to bail and to shorten the sail,
In the teeth of the coming storm.