A summer wedding

 This is a poem I wrote for my dear friends on their wedding day, I sat in the long grass and watched children play in a beautiful valley meadow, beset with flags and marquees.

 And it was a powerful moment of healing, though they new it not. Some of the deep pain that Sanga had felt. 

A beautiful storybook summer day, then it rained most beautiful clean, clean rain, and then there where rainbows! And all the gods, and all the spirits, and all the wise, and all the wounded came there, and filled their hearts

A summer wedding.

I gazed upon them.

Her dress in flowing white,

And him with his dapper hat.

It had been hot for weeks,

That type of summer,

Children will remember all their lives.

Then it rained on the dry grasses.

Quenching till the sky was full of rainbows. 

And the passing wind was filled with deep emotion.

My heart lept and sang.

My eyes overspilled.

For love is a wonderful thing.

Unbidden things,

Washing away tears and rainbows.

Her heart and his, held like a wren.

The Earth,

Hard and still,

Drank the rain and laughed.

And bruised bones,

And old memories,

Drank their fill,

Of those salty tears.

And all those souls that stood there,

We are softened, where they had been parched.

So wonderful to see

And glorious to feel

And all these words

Just to precede these two..

For love

And

For healing.

5th Aug ‘18