Sunday, November 8, 2015

Sunday, Aizawl - Cherrie Lalnunziri Chhangte

















Church bells intrude into my musings.
Musings? Pretentious me. Thoughts.
I am not the type to muse.
But the bells – it is 6:00 pm
and I count three so far,
of varying tones and volumes
calling to worship the same God
in different voices.
Up the hill is the Big Church
their bells seem more imperious;
down the valley, a little muted
but insistent nonetheless.
I am unsure if the church
that meets in that apartment
across my bedroom window
has bells.
Downstairs I know for sure
they don’t need one.
Their flock are too scattered
to hear them anyway.

Soon there will be singing
and we will decide
which church is more spiritual
by the way they sing.
The congregation downstairs
don’t stand a chance –
they are too small,
and a few straggly voices
struggle to carry high notes
accompanied by a lone  khuang,
easily drowned by the electronic
euphoria of surrounding churches.

Aizawl.
So many churches.
Such dedication to dedication.


Dr. Cherrie Lalnunziri Chhangte is on the teaching  faculty of the English dept at Mizoram University. She writes poetry in English and also does translations from Mizo to English.

Photo credit: Henry de Ccorn

3 comments:

John Ruolngul said...

Wow. Definitely something I wish I had written (if I had the ability). If I may say so, this pretty much sums up the holier than thou attitude of our churches.

Zualteii Poonte said...

Sure does

DayDreamBeliever said...

Thanks for the shoutout ,Missy!