Nathan sings from the book of Stan (Folk Fest 18 #1)

close your eyes

you can see him on the stage

bearded               bald

bellowing baritone

two verses and then the chorus

song/story so pure

it slices through to real you

and we in the summer sweat

in this sacred space where it all happened

but you know it is Nathan

and not Stan

who sings now

a son reciting from the

holy text with ir/reverence

free to laugh and cry

and we sing along

blessed

eyes closed

Psalm 14 (31 mm)

night

storm-filled

thunderous

rain pounding like doubt

chaotic

and then

sun revealed in blueness

reassuring

sharp shadows on green ground

ditches full

puddles remain

drying in warming breeze

a path

a path meanders

dewy leaves,  branches brush arms faces

droplets of memory but

the way lies clear

for feckless hearts

that began a bond in a frisson

all a-flutter blood-filled

lips tentative

in spring chill

forward feet together

oboe melody coifed trail

hands wrapped waists tight until

path became aisle

festooned ribboned witnessed

we to one

fortune followed footfalls

touch love the pith of all

our path the route of many

yet ours to let fust and rust

or keep climbing clinging

ardent

forbearing detours letting love lead

one to we again

little eager feet

run alongside letting

life transpire in fullest measure

fortold mysteries whispered in ears

like sweet nothings showering us in curtained tub

who are we to judge where it all leads 

hand in hand     wending

         towards what may come