Year A - Easter Vigil or Hopeless Hope Vigil
April 19/20, 2014
Morning will soon be breaking. The vigil is close to an end. Saturday is nearly Sunday.
What might be expected now that the spell of specialness has been broken. A new path where not was seen? A new impossibility of hard-as-flint rock in a dry and thirsty land becoming a pool of water for a dry tongue in a dry body. Out of nowhere, an empty tomb fills to overflowing and rolling every stone away, reshaping them into a multitude of cornerstones and keystones and just lovely little stones in their own right.
Is this a forced conversion to meet a soon to rise sun, because physics will out? Has our slow movement borne fruit? How long is the half-life vigil effect. By Sunday night this will probably have to be revisited.
For now, rock to water seems sufficient to hold and gaze softly upon. More questions will come, but, for now, a breath in, a brief hold, and release. And again. May we soon breathe together.