Midnight Mass, St John's
Church on Christmas Eve
Experience of spirit
Secular delight
Candles flickering
Stirred by one communal breath
Casting bright shadows
The choir whispering
Mournful cadenced melodies
That bless the silence
Drunken folk giggling
Respectfully hiccupping
Noisy chundering
Strange and precious faith
The uninitiated
Wary, questioning
Through agnostic eyes
Such peculiar mystery
Custom, novelty
The truth hides in love
Ancient priests and children know
It’s simplicity
The door is opened
Out in to the night The Word
Flies on sacred wings
Midnight mass; the light
In darkness comprehending
Emptiness with joy
by Gail
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