Visiting Westminster Abbey

I attended an evensong service at Westminsterand Keats and imagine what it might have been like
Abbey. People have been worshipping at this historicto actually attend Westminster Abbey in the
spot in London for a thousand years. My chair wascompany of such literary greats.
beside a pillar decorated with a black marble bust ofThe worship hour began with the choir's soprano
poet and painter William Blake. It felt a littlesoloist singing My Soul Doth Magnify the Lord. As I
uncomfortable having his eyes on me as I prayedlistened to her voice soar up into the rafters I
and sang. Blake claimed he once saw God's face incouldn't help but remember Elton John filling
the sky. The Creator was looking down on a treeWestminster Abbey with his song about England's
that had a quartet of angels happily swinging from itsRose at Lady Diana's funeral.
branches. Blake believed imagination was God'sThe service went quickly. We rose and sat and
greatest gift to human beings. He created his ownkneeled. We said the Lord's Prayer and the Nicene
cast of fairly creepy mythological creatures toCreed. The rector read the story of Joshua from the
feature in his paintings. Blake is also the illustrator ofOld Testament and then prayed for each member of
Dante's book about Hell.the royal family. No doubt despite their wealth and
Balancing the somewhat gothic, historical aura ofnotoriety, or perhaps because of it, they need God's
Blake was the real world presence of a black womangrace and guidance as much as any of us do.
from Jamaica who sat just in front of me. She woreI walked out of the sanctuary past the graves of
a very large, purple felt hat. I decided I liked herthe first Queen Elizabeth and her sister, who was
when she lavished a warm smile on a bewilderedalso a queen and known fondly as Bloody Mary. The
looking elderly gentleman with a bushy whitesiblings were archenemies in life, but they rest in
moustache and a British accent who askedpeace in Westminster Abbey beside each other for
permission to take the seat beside her. My admirationall eternity.
for her grew when she gave a disdainful sniff to theJust before I stepped out the door I looked down
self-important young rectory assistant who glidedand found my feet firmly planted on Charles Darwin's
over in his grey cassock to chastise her because hertombstone. A recent issue of an American magazine
mobile phone started playing Amazing Grace justdescribes the evolution/creationism wars going on
before the service started.between public school boards and some Christian
I was somewhat envious of the young woman whochurches in the United States. It seems ironic that
entered the cathedral after me and asked the usherthe ideas of Darwin are causing such problems for
if she could sit in the last row of chairs which werechurch going folks, when he is buried in the world's
roped off and not for use by church goers. She saidoldest and most famous church.
she needed to be there, apart from the rest of us,As I exited the wrought iron gates around
because she was claustrophobic. I suspected she justWestminster Abbey I looked at the blessing
wanted to be closer to the graves of Charlotteengraved on the outer wall of the church.
Bronte, Rudyard Kipling and D.H. Lawrence. I tooTo the living-grace To the dead-rest To the world-
would have liked to sit back there in the alcove,peace
which also holds the last remains of Dickens, ByronI quietly whispered- Amen.