Good afternoon, you all,
today is Saturday,
the Saturday before Easter,
Holy Saturday.
I did something this week,
that I have never done,
before,
that I hope to do,
again.
I spent all night,
in my church.
From 7 PM on Thursday,
to 6 AM on Friday.
First,
there was music,
singing,
beautiful, melancholic.
and then numbers,
dwindled.
I had company,
I spent time,
chatting,
praying,
reading,
I read all, the gospel of John.
I prayed by myself,
I prayed with friends,
in person,
and on face time,
around 4 AM,
I was tired,
but,
I could not sleep.
I never felt alone,
or lonely,
or afraid.
Our church is in,
the center of the city,
surrounded by bars,
and restaurants,
a police station,
across,
the street.
It is a neighbourhood,
of great affluence,
and commercial activity,
and, also of hardship,
and abject poverty,
of homelessness,
of opulence.
It is to me,
the very epitome,
of what I refer to,
affectionately,
as,
the beautiful ugly.
Within the stillness of,
the sanctuary,
especially near,
the stained glass,
windows,
I heard screams,
of joy,
of anger,
sirens and horns,
laughter.
Thursday night,
bar crawling,
a long weekend,
dawning.
But, in me,
perfect peace.
It is hard to describe,
how,
I feel in that place,
cradled in ...
love
As the sun rose,
we left,
M and I,
she was driving home,
and I took the metro.
Practically empty,
were the subway,
and,
the streets,
I came into my quiet,
apartment,
mom asleep in her room,
I slipped into bed,
and slept.
It was wonderful.
I wish for all of you,
the stillness,
the peace,
the feeling of love,
cradling you.
Happy Easter, a blessed Passover
Later girls,
BB
Author: Bookish Butch
I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream
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