On Good Friday the church had been bare, the statues covered, the tabernacle empty, Our Lord crucified. On the third day He is resurrected: bells ring out and the chapel is a bleeze of licht, flooers everywhere, mair lovely than any East I had kenned. This year the Archbishop was to say Mass …
The Easter service is the loveliest of the year, wi bells ringing and much incense; we light the Easter candle, reciting the promises made at baptism. Though the readings are ower-lang, ye can sit and look round at the flooers and candles, at all the folk dressed up in their best. I love to gaze at the statue of Our Lady, with the stars round her crown and the babe in her airms. The Archbishop’s vestments were white for Easter but with gold broidery; it would be fine indeed to mak vestments like those.
A HAPPY EASTER TO ALL BLOG READERS
Don’t be put off by the language – it doesn’t at all stop you from enjoying this lovely book. Anne Donovan says this:
I use Scots words to suggest character and place as they are often more specific than the English equivalents. But perhaps more than anything I love the wonderful sound quality of the language, which is both beautiful and evocative. I hope that, in context, the meaning is often self-explanatory.Anne Donovan is a great writer – see enthusiastic blog entry here on another of her books, Being Emily. There’ll be another post saying more about this book later: around its publication date, which is 1st May.
Previous Easter Sunday entries here and here.
The picture is of a liturgical cabinet decorated with sacred pictures, from the Google Art Project.