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