Easter Sunday, not yet two

I left parish ministry in 2007.  Now, six years later, I have finally landed in a different place.  Finally I worship  during Holy Week not thinking about how I might do things, but rather how the liturgies speak to where I  stand this year.  A different  place entirely.  Even with an office directly underneath the crossing in front of the sanctuary.

It is Easter Sunday

Not yet two.

We have celebrated,

Eaten,

Even shopped

For the week.

Our daughter Easters

South of Paris

This year.

I have let go

Of Holy Week.

Indeed it seems

I have let go

Of things being done

In particular ways:

All the special services

Tweaked and twirled,

Even danced to different music.

Today we stood

In the church,

Second pew from the back

Stage right,

Listened to the hum of children

Underneath the liturgy.

Easter Sunday

Not yet two.