Two men stand in our valley

Holding a ring

All eyes on them

They appear elevated

On a different plane

They feel the weight

Of the ring

Of the moment

It is real in ways ceremonies never are

The struggle to be centred

Visible in their strain

They grip the ring

It’s not right

They adjust

Then try again

In a metaphor a roof is a gift

Of shelter and of shade

It also holds together

Of whatever the walls are made

But a hole to let the sun in

To have heavens within your reach

For eternity to ever remind you

Of the lessons it can teach

Is rarely a roofs purpose

Yet today is where we start

For we build around what is empty

To have a path for filling our heart

With the world around

And the feast above

At all times in our sight

It is with awe and gratitude

We look upon

What took days to build

The day the night

The land the seas

The river creek

The hill with trees

The stars the moon

The birds the deer

The joy the hurt

And all round

Our brand new yurt

And we saw that it was right

Robert Wolfe