“To the kirk, down singing we went, proceeding the path that others had rutted. Years of us, with hymns gripping our throats, a squeak of allegiance, arms linked, arms across shoulders, hands clasped, the old to the young, passing it along. All you must do, the elders whispered, is believe fires are burning in the hinterlands. It could be war or rain or faith rumbling and preparing to take our heads off. The unseen was the one main thing. Little wonder we stumbled along, mouthing the Kyrie, clapping our fists to our breasts, pealing like goats.”
Read this story and others in Issue 1.2 of Change Seven Magazine, coming June 1.