what readings are you having, or did you have during the ceremony?

Are you having a Catholic wedding?

Our first reading will be from Song of Songs (Stern as death is love...etc)

Our second reading will be from Corinthians (If I do not have love, I gain nothing.....love is patient, love is kind...etc)

Our gospel reading is from Matthew (This is the greatest and the first commandment. The second is like it.....etc)

Hope this helps...good luck!

thanks!

I'm not having a traditional Catholic ceremony although I am Catholic.

We're getting married at the Vineyards. I'd like to do a poem and a bible reading.

I'm having 2, I am positive I'm using the 1st one (it has special meaning for us), I'm iffy on the 2nd one so I'm still looking:

DEFINITE:
'What is REAL?' asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. 'Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?'

'Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When someone loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.'

'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit.

'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.'

'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'

'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.'
From 'The Velveteen Rabbit' by Margery Williams

MAYBE:
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips.
~ by Gibran Kahlil Gibran ~

We are having a civil ceremony with one reading as follows:

Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines and romance in the movies. We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives. For love is the creator of our favorite memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams. Love is a promise that is always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all - one known only by those who love.