The Vigil

Waiting in silence and in the dark.
Been a tough two days,
Mourning the Lord’s death, we wait.
Hearts troubled even now.
Candles are lit.
Waiting for the word.
Waiting for the Proclamation.
Candles in some way, are a glimmer of hope.
Waiting.
Father cries out amidst the dark.
And then, a friend starts to sing.
I smile as she sing the great Easter song.
As she sings, “This is the night…”
“O Happy Fault…..” on and on.
I cling to the hope and the fact
That I have been rescued for evermore;
There is absolutely no greater joy
Then this holy pardon,
I am free.

V.L.C. 4/21/19