Midnight
Mr R and I went to St Mark's to walk the labyrinth and celebrate the Eucharist at midnight. The labyrinth was still crowded so we sat in the quiet, candlelit cathedral and listened to the medieval music being performed at that time. It is so easy to be carried away by music in St Mark's. The space is an acoustic wonder. At midnight, a table with bread and wine was carried into the middle of the labyrinth. As the fireworks went off, we celebrated Eucharist - we shared bread (challah) and wine (champagne). It felt so sacred and timeless. It was a very good way to start the New Year.
I love being in the Cathedral at night. I am usually there all night the Thursday before Easter. That night is a very profound, complex, and meaningful time for me.
Tonight these words from T.S. Eliot came to mind:
- At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement.
And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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