Services

Beneath some low-scudding skies, two services.

Service One

Easter, a packed Church and raised hands. An entrance in cries of jubilation greets the fast strummed strings of new life. A people in light.

We stand unwelcomed at the back, in the midst of chattering girls and a myriad trilling conversations. We stand, the seats hand-bagged before us. Is this the reality of Easter welcome?

Service Two

A feast of songs.

This Church is old and creaking, but yet. A twinkling of eyes, and a church chanting Alleluiah. I watch a face that has danced in light. Hair greyed and thinned, it frames crevassed lines. But her face has loved. And danced. The reality of Easter.

Here.