Evensong
We hold our breath on Christmas Eve. Can the promises hold our weight, though we are not kittens anymore? Can we hang onto all we believed, though are arms are full of grown-up things?
Together, tonight
I don’t know what tonight means to you. You may be singing carols of a great mercy. You may be hosting the Feast of the Seven Fishes. You may be dispatching an entire sleeve of Oreos in your holey sweatpants. I do know we are all here, tonight, together.