I wake before the break of dawn.
It’s still dark in my room.
Artificial light barely squeezing through a slender crack of my curtain.
Darkness still reigns.
It’s Easter Vigil morn.
Darkness within and darkness without.
I feel like a piece of meat in a sandwich
Pressed together by the twin forces of darkness.
It feels tomb-like.
I twist and tussle in the tomb of my bed,
Grappling within the imprisonment of my abyss.
Every space of the abyss is filled with personal and social messiness.
I hear the screams of my human weaknesses, my infidelity in friendships, my self-absorbing tendency, my indifference, my jealousy, my intolerance to messy situations.
I hear the screams of abused children, struggling parents, grieving families, the rejected due to unorthodox sexual orientation.
In the darkness of the tomb, these sounds are deafening.
I remember it’s Easter Vigil.
I remember the Easter Candle processes through darkness.
I remember the fire will glow in the darkness of today’s ritual.
I remember the bells will ring, the gloria sung, the lights will conquer the darkness.
I remember the dawn will be victory over darkness.
But yet, the darkness of the tomb is still real.
Waiting in the tomb of darkness
I hear distant signs of a new day – birds singing, cock crowing.
Darkness of the tomb is still real.
I slip back into sleep
And dream of a new day, new beginning,
I dream of the possibility of the impossibilities of life.
Faith tells me, “Jesus is Risen from the dead. Alleluia”!