Poems Before First Confession
I remember the scent of that Easter Vigil.
Coals from the fire Deacon Bob tended
ignited incense in the Ave Maria Courtyard.
We Candidates processed into the Sanctuary,
sat near the front. As Father Cook incensed the
altar, I felt like a nervous four-year old. The
evening’s highlight—our first Communion—
brought angels in candle glow. Then kneeling,
my sponsor & I sobbed as she held me in her
arms like Mother Mary. The service lasted three
hours. Becoming Catholic bears the joy of
Chrism oil. April 3, 2015, I finally was home.