Collated Nightmares

Anxious, I was at the door to the vestry, rehearsing words, visualising movements, roles of others, checking prompts. I've left it behind! Have I the time to go back? Panic. No. Before the altar collecting, connecting – God – stillness? Racing random thoughts. We've begun; announced, onward, processing. Lord, have mercy.Christ, have mercy. To the altar, offering, naked. Exposed as Adam, unrobed. Lord, have mercy. Awake, cold sweating, relieved, rising again. Lamb of God, grant me peace.