*This poem was on a card given to Elisabeth and me on our wedding day, 10 January 1981, by my best man, Peter Rundell.* Edward, my comrade, brother and my friend, Let this high, joyful season be the start In both your lives of freshness without end – Such joy that others long to play a part Alongside you in all your love and fire. Beside you is your joy, your heart and love; Entirely free from fear, you will mount higher To storm by grace the gates of Heaven above. Elisabet, alike God’s servant too; Do you two walk a road quite free of rules, Where Cross alone sets bounds, and so are you A pair set free to serve, the Lord’s sharp tools. Rejoice this day in one another, then; Destiny’s yours, high far beyond your ken.