Risen vi

Proper Sunday best
Not an empty seat left in the House
Elbow to elbow along the walls

The good Reverend and his choir
Preach from the hip
Sing from the gut
The congregation praising &
proclaiming
absoluteness

Room to dance
Room for hands to
exaggerate an angel’s flight
Exaltations
Elevations
Not a single soul left grounded

When the choir hits Hallelujah
Half the city block explodes

    He has risen
    Glory, Glory
    He has risen
    Hallelujah