Two months a Deacon

Last weekend I was at Greenbelt and went to a creative writing workshop. These two fell out and today seemed like an appropriate time to share them. Both were a single flow of conscious writing.

A Stressful Journey

We board the bus

Late

15 minutes late

No time to worry

No time to stress

We are finally on our way

And then…

We turn right

Not left

But right

This won’t work

Narrow roads

Tight bends

To and Fro

And furrowed brows

Then the opening road

Freely moving

We slow

The city traffic

Surrounds us

Roundabout

Cut across

Of course

We’re getting closer

Closer

Closer

And then

We turn left

Another small village

Another fun road

A realisation

We’re lost

I sit on the floor

First left

Then right

There

There

Stop there

We get off

Hot

Sweaty

Frustrated

Weaving through tourists

We’ve arrived

30 minutes late

But we’re here

Time to get the show on the road.

An interrupted silence

We change

Still hot

Water is provided

Fresh air

Fresh air is what’s needed

The door is opened

An alarm sounds

The door is closed

The alarm still sounds

We might as well reopen the door if we cannot reset the alarm

The oaths begin

All we need is to remember

Remember our names

The alarm still sounds

I, Kayleigh Jane Lucas

The alarm still sounds

The alarm still sounds

And we’re done

We continue vesting

We line up

The cloister is cool

I wonder if the alarm has stopped

We wait

We wait

We wait

Then we pray

And we walk

A long procession

Two by Two

As we enter the cathedral.