Voices in the Dark

Flickering candles pierce the dark African night.
Crickets join husky voices lifted in Kinyarwandan song.

Call and response, rhythm of hands, shuffle of the dance.

The cadence
breaking into complex syncopation.
Hands, feet, limbs, lips
cast shadows on the red dirt floor.

Pews of plastic chairs, abandoned
in favor of a wild praise dance.

{Power outages do not stop worship here …  I have a hunch Africans might be God's favorite.}