I wanted to laugh I wanted to cry I did cry But I wanted to laugh Still, tears streamed… …uncontrollably for a second But then I chuckled My first Armenian Church service So emotional Didn’t have to understand the words to feel the energy… The sadness… The mourning… The tears Then, the attire caused a smirk The cloaks, the hoods, the collars It’s really quite comical if you’re not used to it The giggles Foreign among foreigners ‘I feel like I stand out’ But they looked like me Still, I was not one Not then For as long as they chant, I will laugh And as long as the incense burns, I will cry Giggles and tears My first Armenian Church service Certainly won’t be my last