...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Sunday, December 18
It is a choir service for adults. For the first twenty minutes a child screams - his discontent echoing around the Priory. I listen to the story about baby Jesus and try not to hate this child. The choir exudes golden sound. We hear the story from the Bible. I listen to the silence between the words. The baby yells. I try not to hate this child.