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MEMORIES OF MIDNIGHT EASTER VIGIL MASS
ANA BRAGA-HENEBRY
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Blesséd fire, candles blest: Light leads us inside
A dim familiar interior—EXULTET! Darkness torn!
A timbre so profound, the tones fan tiny flames,
Like Love’s Light, spreading bonfire sparks.
The softness of her hands guides my child-fingers
Up and down the black, square, sacred ink.
Cloistered lungs lend voice, bring life
To notes in mother’s own worn missal.
Memories cling fierce to Paschal bells resounding
’Cross Alleluias and Glorias rung-riding,
“Heaven is again at hand! Our Savior is ris ing!”
Ana has been writing since she can remember, although poetry is a more rare exercise. She scribbled poems in childhood, memorized poetry in Catholic school, and her Masters thesis project dealt with the translation of Portuguese Catholic poetry into English. Ana once won a national award for a poem entitled Matthew Twenty-Five.
