Wedding Poem by John A'Hern

A wedding, simple enough
A loving couple tying the knot
Countryside to admire and stay
That is a fact despite the rain
All gathering in church so old
14 century so we are told
Waiting for the ceremony to start
A stranger walks down church path
Hello and good mornings are exchanged
Carrying robes bundled in his arms
Looks of who or what is he?
Dreadlock hair hanging proudly
A smile that would melt any heart
He reappears dressed in priest regalia
A priest so different does it matter
He carries a flute and plays a mournful sound
Walking through the flowered grounds
Locals know this man so proud
The service starts, babies crying
Not put off despite the noises
During service he makes a statement
Listen to the sounds of the wind
Nature pays us a visit for one minute
Church goes silent babies stop crying
A moment is happening, my Pisces thoughts take over
What strange visitations are at play?
A marriage like none attended before
Within this man there exists a soul like no other
A shake of the hand as I leave the church
A feeling that soothes my soul
I have seen and been In the company
Of someone special
The smile I have lasts for hour