Blessing for the New Bride

O daughter of light, adorned in red,

With jasmine garlands round your head,

Step softly now, the path is new,

With love beside, and hope with you.

You’ll walk beside him, not behind,

But bear your weight with strength and mind.

For life, though sweet, will lay its claim—

Not every burden wears a name.

The world may smile, the world may scorn,

It greets the gold, but laughs the worn.

A man without his coin, they say,

Is but a corpse along life’s way.

You’ll carry weight upon your shoulders,

The heavy load of endless boulders.

That’s what they mean by burden borne—

A load no soul was ever warned.

Beware the path of idle ways,

“Do nothing, and you’ll be a beggar,” they say.

A lazy hand, a wandering mind,

Leaves dignity and hope behind.

Yet when the crowd’s harsh whispers call,

Choose silence—dignity stands tall.

Some gatherings with pride entwined,

Are not for you to seek or find.

Better to walk with humble hearts,

With those whose income plays no part.

“Better the company beneath your own,”

Than scornful glances turned to stone.

For wealth is not the truest measure,

But love, and grace, and quiet treasure.

Carry burdens with steady breath,

And choose your company with depth.

When social tides would crush your name,

Remember dignity, not shame.

If money’s gone, but spirit’s whole,

You’re richer far than purse or gold.

Your shoulders strong, your heart ablaze,

Will light the dark, survive the haze.

And in your husband’s steadfast eyes,

Find strength no diamond ever buys.

So rise, dear bride, with steady pace,

Through storms of life, with quiet grace.

Carry all that time may bring—

Your worth is far beyond a ring.