This morning I enjoyed the luxury
of being able to attend morning Mass
in my own parish
in Hannahstown.

I enjoyed hearing again
the clatter of votive candles
as old replaced new
in the candle stand
behind me.

I smiled as I heard
the rustle of plastic bags
being carried discreetly
into the chapel
containing milk, butter and jam
for that all-important cup of tea,
with Elizabeth’s scones,
after Mass.

The door whirred gently
as each person entered
and soon the rhythmic murmur of the Rosary
filled the chapel.

Everyone had their own place to sit.
Many had their own special jobs to do.
We all chose to come together
to spend time
in the company of God
and in the company
of each other.

Today I savoured the luxury
of a sense of welcome, peace and community
in my own parish in Hannahstown
in the company of friends.

© Claire Murray