St. John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast, <br />The water-pots poured wine in such amount <br />That by his sober count <br />There were a hundred gallons at the least. <br /> <br />It made no earthly sense, unless to show <br />How whatsoever love elects to bless <br />Brims to a sweet excess <br />That can without depletion overflow. <br /> <br />Which is to say that what love sees is true; <br />That this world's fullness is not made but found. <br />Life hungers to abound <br />And pour its plenty out for such as you. <br /> <br />Now, if your loves will lend an ear to mine, <br />I toast you both, good son and dear new daughter. <br />May you not lack for water, <br />And may that water smack of Cana's wine.<br /><br />Richard Wilbur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wedding-toast/
