All Hallows Eve

Posted on October 31, 2013 by Rosalind C Hughes

all saints 003Reaching through the darkness in the long, dark night,
a soul might lose it way, fall away, if not for the light, beckoning.
All in white they stand before the throne of light,
shining through the hollow pumpkins, porchlights, tealights,
singing softened only by the hum of electricity, made harmless,
harnessed; there is nothing to be frightened of.
At midnight, when the lights are out and the world is darkest,
all the saints reach through the night and dawn quietly upon us.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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