Midnight Christmas Eve Mass. One family tradition, an absolute must, before holiday festivities commemorates. My father, his sons – polish Sunday shoes, help adjust each other’s tie knot, brush away wrinkles and dandruff; they fall like snowflakes upon the dark suit shoulders. Mom, wrangling over every strand of misplaced hair – pointing out to oldest daughter, “you’re not wearing that to church, go change,” and “hurry or we will be late!”
That was years ago. Children, we grow up. I came home one year. Christmas time. What happened mom, I asked – why are we opening presents before the choir singing, the sermon, before adjusting ill-fitting clothes and shoes, incense burning, bells chiming at Consecration – before celebrating midnight Holy Communion?
silent went the night
wolves slink in shepherd’s clothing
distant moon howling
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Written for The Līgo Haibun Challenge – Eclipse Of The Heart weekly quotation challenge and inspired by the lengthy history of the Catholic church sex scandals.
Eclipse of the Heart Ligo Library: Check it out…
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- Ligo Haibun- ‘ ..and then there are moments when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling..’ George Carlin (nicolethelocalartist.wordpress.com)