(a poem I wrote for my Daughter Mimi and her husband Tim on their wedding day--which I had the joy and wonder to preform in NYC)
Not just an occupation,
though that is the usual definition.
Oh, no, more than that, much more.
“Profession” as a verb, not a noun,
is wondrous indeed.
To avow, to declare, to promise--
“profession” leads into all sorts
of nonsense and wonderment and joy.
To actually 'say so' about
what your lives will be and consist of
To 'profess' opens up the possibility
of a future you speak into being.
A future that wouldn't have happened
otherwise, until you spoke it.
Few people in the world
make such a 'profession'--
speak a future and a life
into being like that.
And today you two do.
Astonishing, memorable, inspiring,
full of being and hope and wonderment.
Thank you for going to the edge
of what you can know and see
and then stepping off.
And I know, as you step off into what
is not known, not knowable,
you will be caught by loving arms
or learn how to fly.