Different details

I remembered my Boston experience this last weekend.  So I figured I*d feel out what I needed to do, what I needed to say as I went along.  


Truth be told, this is something that does not come as naturally as I would like.  A new group, a new experience, in a new place.  We face these all the time.  Other than road directions on how to get there (and we found ourselves lost even with those), everyone gets there and remembers different details.  When I remember, there is delight in different details.   Then I can experience the thing that truly matters:  All of us here together.

I remember when I began

In Boston.

Soon there was no script.

When I inquired about the Easter Vigil

They said

We sing Everything.

I was delighted,

Stood before them

Arms outstretched

Sang out

Alleluia, Christ is Risen.

Silence answered.

When I asked later

I was told

We don*t sing THAT!

I don*t usually ask anymore.

I figure it out

By feel.

I no longer expect that people can explain

The details I would like to know.

Now I know

Everyone remembers

Different details.

There is delight

In different details.

Soon enough the script that matters

Is all of us here together.

We sing

We dance

We stand still

Sit in silence.

The script that matters

Is all of us here together.

Different details.

There is delight to be found

In different details.