Choirmaster John reminds me of ‘Bear – by Posy’
affectionate smiling at naughty boys and girls
looking over his shoulder for a nod from Shelagh.
Has she put the right fingers on today? She presses
the ‘On’ switch. We hear the bellows roar
a jet engine before it mounts the sky.
Time to switch off gossip. Truth be told
this is a house of God, and we should not
be prattling while others seek to pray
but what a joy to see our friends each week
especially this Christmas Eve! The church
is full to bursting. A bright burbling babble
is sloshing around the walls like wine in crystal.
The bell rings, round one! Here comes the procession
the servers clad in white, the golden cross
held proud before. Our mascot reaches wide
His arms to welcome all of us to Mass
at Midnight. It feels exciting to be up
and revelling, this night of all. The music starts
and we stand proud ,breathe deeply, shoulders back
and diaphragms extended, drawing deep
the warm air risen up to fill our lungs.
‘Hark!’ we cry, ‘the herald angels sing!’
but they can have the night off tonight.
First published in Reach Poetry