Ascension

To crown the year with glory we ascend to St Pancras alone upon a hill, five bells ring out, the summer to transcend. There Mary at the harmonium will play as we sing of Christ above on high. I brought Champagne a farewell gift and so it's time blow the cork towards the sky, then to bless it and bread that grace may flow from God through Christ. We share the bread and pass the fizzing chalice, as bubbles arise lifting in celebration souls and hearts caught up as one with delight and surprise. Grounded once more the bottle we finish, fizzing forth – a festival to cherish.