Saturday night vigil,
candles kindled, darkened chapel;
worshippers soft faces anticipating
bells sounding the rising.
Sunday triumphant feasting,
wearied souls resting.
Having travelled darkness,
shall we receive solace?
Monday clouds hanging,
depression quickly reforming,
threatening destruction’s outpouring;
mockery of new beginning.
Tuesday holding breath,
expected colossal death,
visited upon hapless million,
living in wrong region.
Wednesday brought relief,
spring’s birds sang peace,
frail flowers brought blessing;
perhaps sense returning.
Thursday blasted again
devastation’s heavy rain.
Where now is resurrection?
Who comforts orphaned children?
Friday watching feline
guarding home’s entry.
Cardinal sings atop tree;
beauty pausing, weep
lament all passing away.
I viewed oak today,
putting forth leaves budding,
in season acorns producing.
© Phil Kemp 2026
