Today is Saturday, and I am attending a wedding, which is a cause for joy. According to statistics, 70% of weddings are held on Saturdays these days, but in the Orthodox Church Sunday is the preferred day. Sunday is The Lord’s Day since the Resurrection, and the day for celebration and feasting, while Saturday is the day of rest, when we remember those who have fallen asleep in death and rest in their graves. Here is another poem that ties the remembrance of death to the season, and to the One who mitigates our sorrow over it.
AUTUMN
The leaves are falling, falling as from far off,
as though far gardens withered in the skies;
they are falling with denying gestures.
And in the nights the heavy earth is falling
from all the stars down into loneliness.
We are all falling. This hand falls.
And look at others; it is in them all.
And yet there is One who holds this falling
endlessly gently in his hands.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Gladsome Lights 
A very beautiful poem – thank you!
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Have a glorious time and celebrate a new union. The poem is lovely, too.
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Sunday seems like a great day for a wedding in simplicity. Enjoy your Saturday wedding. Love the poem you shared, ‘gently in his hands’.
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What a superb painting by Schiele! Thanks for sharing.
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Your garden would make a good subject for a fine painting!
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Well, I paint it a lot, but I’m not Schiele.
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My parents were married on Easter Monday ( a long time ago!!)
Have a lovely time at the wedding you are attending.💖
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Wow! That would be an especially celebratory day to marry on ❤
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What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it, Gretchen. Appropriate for this season and time. Loved the line “And yet there is One who holds this falling
endlessly gently in his hands.” How comforting.
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Yes!
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