They came from miles around. From
the hills and valleys, from the towns and cities, they came in numbers. With
all the fussing and fighting in the world, this day had been set aside, if even
for a moment, to work toward a reconciled world. Trained sea gulls carried
banners in their beaks announcing the day’s festivities. Lazy sea otters
lounged in thick kelp beds and served as faithful witnesses. The guests came
garbed in their finest linins. Ladies and gentlemen with pressed slacks and
ties, good intentions and tattoos, as well as well-dressed children with
flowers, all stood together on grass in
The intoxicating nectar of the mudslide was consumed ceremoniously. All in an orderly procession drank the blessed spirits. Some was spilled for those who couldn’t make it, of course. Nominally, the hour had arrived for the bride and groom. The family waited anxiously for this union to be made official. The firehouse had become a chapel and the pilgrims arrived bearing the gifts of an exotic harvest. The minister seemed relatively sober, and official, although come to think of it no one did ask to see his credentials. The ceremony was not merely a “throw it against the wall and see what sticks” kind of affair. This was intended to be eternal, and eternal lasts longest.
Wailing bagpipes, drawing to mind the deep memories of ancestors’ struggles and upheld traditions were heard high up toward the clouds. The wind playfully danced on the leaves of the highest limbs. Vows were exchanged. The two kissed and instantly became one. Tears of joy came down from the clouds. It was official. Buddha, Jesus, Jah, Allah, Mother Nature, Father Time, Chaos and Order all approved. The wedding cake had been cut. The time had come to drink some beer and wine. Clinking glasses met as the sun set.
Night fell on the revelers and all were aware of what they had seen. This night was not the end of anything but the beginning of a golden tomorrow where enemies became friends, lions kissed lambs, east coast and west coast swam out to meet each other. What institution could be more suited to man and woman than marriage? Everyone had sung themselves asleep. Peace had been with us.
P.S. If you don’t like this account, then I implore you to do better. It could be like a rap battle.
As Ever,
Sin Min