So you’ve come, now, back where breath began: the place where I gave life. I cradled you, protecting you, suspending you.
I’ve expected you.
I watched you climb out to my shores, and grow tall and proud. And see! the things you’ve learned and made, you’ve earned and paid, what you’ve burned and frayed. The flags you raised, the crowns you wore…
All fail and fade in this deep. Welcome, child, welcome home.
You’ve returned, perhaps, for answers, to questions you may ask: of “whens” and “wheres”, and whispered “whys”, and desperate cries through tearful eyes.
Who will hear confession? Who here to care for doubts?
Welcome, child, I’ll hold you. Welcome home, I’ll hold you, my child, my dear child.
Poor child, poor child, dry your eyes. Dear child, dear child, cold and blind, my child, my child, lost and tired, seeking light in the night…
Hope’s alive. Near dawn, hold on. Storm’s gone, hold on…
And now, here, at the end of things, the failing and the fall, you hold, still reaching for the Light, the luminous white in the sun’s far bright. But now, here, at this twilight hour, you’ll hear my sighing voice:
Do not sleep! The darkness cannot keep; it’s harmless. Light was made Love within you.
The latest from NY’s David Nagler is a stirring chamber-folk record with rich instrumentation and vivid, evocative lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2022