Pictorial blethers

By blethers

New Fire, New Light

And yes, because Easter is late this year, the night is not yet dark when the first light of Easter is lit with a bonfire in the church grounds; the last birdsong is still weaving its own music in the trees. The Paschal Candle flickers in the breeze, but is not extinguished. The Light of Christ is proclaimed thrice - at the church door, in the nave, at the crossing. The candle-light spreads through the dark church.

And it is now, by candle-light, that the Exultet is sung. It's possibly the highlight of the liturgical year for me, because I'm still able to sing it - always a concern once you reach a certain age! This year I'm not alone - our curate was singing a brief section near the beginning - but it is still a good 11 minutes of plainsong.

As always, the words took over, banishing any self-awareness to a small corner of my mind. And then it's over, and the organ crashes into life as the lights come on, shatteringly.

Christ is risen: He is risen indeed. Alleluia, alleluia.

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