Easter Monday, all new

We know how the Story will go every year.  Or at least we think we do.  Every year it is the same, the same liturgies, the same Scripture readings.  Still, every year it is different.  We bring ourselves, the same people but different this year too.  We have grown, we have changed.  We hear different things, we see different things.  How could we possibly have missed that last year?

Christ has Risen.  Alleluia.  This year we are new again.  It is different from last year, but once again, we begin.  Once again, we are new.  Like the tiny baby in the pew in front of my family at church yesterday.  New.

We begin again.

The sheen is still around the edges.

The memory of the Easter spectacle

In the best sense of the word

Spectacle

Still bright, shining,

Absolutely new.

The tiny baby

Eyes of a china doll

Burps on her mother*s shoulder

In the pew in front of us

As we kneel.

So new so new

All three of them

Mother, father, tiny baby

So new they are not sure

What exactly to do

When it comes time for Communion.

So new.

But all of us were new

Yesterday.

It does not occur to me

Until hours later

Hours later when I am told

They are new to the church.

Yesterday all of us were new.

We stood and sang

Together

Received Communion

Together

Smiled at the tiny baby

Eyes of a china doll

Eyes wide open on her mother*s shoulder.

All new.