We nose amongst the gravestones, dog and I,
Inside a choir sings a Christmas song
While I read the names of lives gone by,
Sometimes the past and present get along.
The old church music always comforts me,
I hum along to carols that I know
Amongst angels of stone and memory.
The dog just wags her silly tail. The flow
Of choir and life practice are much the same,
Follow the line, attempt to read the tune,
And if we stray, lose ourselves, try again;
Here my path is steady, I’m nearly done.
Trusting the faithful find what they might seek,
I feel the lightest feather brush my cheek.
James Nash © 2023
