From our carol service oin Sunday evening at 6.30 which is going to be fabulous, shared with All Saints and led by the coir.
Mary how did you recognise
an angel’s voice?
What does liquid gold sound like
when it is clothed in light
and shaped by words of incarnation?
What does it feel like, Mary
to be held in the gaze of an angel
and behold the light of salvation?
Does the light move in a helix of coils
curling round the edge of wings
where angel-light meets open air?
Is the air white hot like a thousand suns
or blue cold with sharp and intense light
round an angel?
And do angels catch your breath
when you exhale
and forget to breathe in again?
How long do you stand there
until your senses bamboozled and overwhelmed
return to normal?
And to be this close to heaven’s realm?
What does it feel like?
Is it over in a second
or a lifetime?
Do they use words
or is it just a deep down knowing
a perfect realisation and an obvious certainty?
And what does the world taste of afterwards
the air: does it tang of the burning
that follows a lightning strike?
and does everything seem muffled now
in a reluctant winter light
because you have been told, Mary,
of both the hope and the fear
the future now brings?