Easter in a Country Church

We woke early so that we could drive the hundred miles
to be with Granny and Grandpa
for the Easter morning service in their church.

At least, that was the plan...
MrM slept through the alarm.
But we made it on time.
Just.

We squeezed into the tiny pews
and shared our hymn books and candles
and smiled at the identical twin boys in the front row
and listened to Thomas preach the Easter sermon.

I watched the blue tinted patterns of light
on the newly painted sanctuary wall
and wished I could capture them.

At the end of the service the children ran outside
to find the Easter eggs
hidden in the churchyard.

As I knelt on the damp grass to take a photograph
one of the little twin boys
showed me his cap full of chocolate.

I looked at him and said, carefully,
"If you eat all that chocolate, you will be SICK."
and he replied, very seriously,
"Oh no, I won't. I'm special like that."