Winter Light in St Thomas’ Church
The church itself is generally quite dark and the lighting we have is pretty dreadful with brutal overhead spots that frequently blow and are near impossible to change without breaking every health and safety regulation.
But in the winter afternoons, when everyone has gone home and the incense still lingers heavy in the air after Yemi has been going full pelt with the thurible at Mass earlier in the day, I sometimes go and sit in my stall and watch the low evening light streaming through the clerestory windows in the West End.
This is what it looks like on Sunday afternoon as the three Magi make their slow progress round the horns of the altar towards the nativity scene.
And this is the journey we are all on right now: silent, hidden, mainly in the dark, following our noses – and a light from above.
Photos Kristin Perers
