A vigil (from the Latin vigilia, meaning wakefulness) is a period of purposeful sleeplessness, an occasion for devotional watching, or an observance. The Italian word vigilia has become generalized in this sense and means "eve" (as in on the eve of the war).
A vigil may be held on the eve of a religious festival (feast days), observed by remaining awake—"watchful"—as a devotional exercise or ritual observance on the eve of a holy day. Such liturgical vigils usually consist of psalms, prayers and hymns, possibly a sermon or readings from the Holy Fathers, and sometimes periods of silent meditation.
The term "morning" means that the observance begins on the evening before. In traditional Christianity, the celebration of liturgical feasts begins on the evening before the holy day because the Early Church continued the Jewish practice of beginning the day at sunset rather than midnight.
Most likely the best known vigil is the Easter Vigil held on Holy Saturday. The Midnight Mass held on Christmas Eve is a remnant of this practice. Christmas Eve is a time of reflection for Christians in the U.S. and all over the world.
They Imprisoned Her Body, But Freed Her Mind.
D: Don't Scream!::Rowena Le Vay: Then don't hit me again!
Rowena Le Vay: Who... Who are you?::D: We are the gun to your head!
Jenny ran along beside me
With a handful of roses
And a red petal caught in her hair
She said some never know
When their last friend is gone
You look out and there's nobody there
30 days I've been driving
Never once going home
Sleeping rough in the back of my car
And the nights when I was drinking
I would sit by the phone
And lose all my courage at the bar
CHORUS
On the darkest highway
On the hardest road
On the weary vigil
We keep alone
So if I turn the whole thing over
One more time in my head
Will that memory fade over time
Jenny lying awake in the arms of a man
And her eyes looking straight into my mine
For those
Who used to be
And now are
In the dark
Light a candle
And say their name
One last time
Let them go
We will follow
When time comes
To pray for life
To begin again
To eternity
A flower will open
(Janet/Terri)
Tossing and turning as your sheets wrap around you
And your breathing is peaceful but you sleep is unsettling
Slowly and steadily your memories start spinning 'round
And you try hard to follow you will want to remember
The breeze moves the curtains as it passes across your arms
And you stir as it passes but you can't really feel it now
Something is different the colors are shimmering
And your breathing gets quicker and your arms start to stiffen
You know that you're sleeping and you're sure that you're sleeping
Under certain conditions this could be terrifying
Movement and quality are somehow in harmony
Our father thy will be done.
I have denied this life it's worth
I will not be the victim.
Sickness to you my master
Here's to getting worse
Hope it kills you faster.
Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out.
This vigil burns
Until the day our fires overtake you.
Our father we forsake you.
Blessed be his name
Nothing now the same.
Ask me why I hate
Why I've prayed to see the nation that I loved disintegrate
And gladly give my life
That revolution regenerates.
In honor of the strife of those who've died
In generations before for your blood stained glory
I reject you
I deny you
I defy you to continue.
Listen to me just hear me out, if I could have your attention
just quieten down for a voice in the crowd.
I get so confused I don't understand
I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say
but you don't get the chance, just a voice in the crowd.
I don't know the score anymore; it's not clear anymore
I can't tell right from wrong anymore; I just don't understand.
I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for old
like changing channels on the tv, or the dirt we stand in to gold.
When I was young, my father told me just the bad guys die
at the time just a little white lie
it was one of the first but it hurt me the most
and the truth stung like tears in my eye
that even the good guys must die
there's no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why
even now it still makes me cry.
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little helping hand just a little understanding
just some answers to the questions that surround me now.
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
where nothing here is ever what it seems
you stand so close but you never understand it
for all that we see is not what it seems, am I blind?
And you sit there and talk revolution
but can you tell me just who's in command?
when you tell me the forces we are fighting
then I'll gladly join and make plans
but for now only our t-shirts cry freedom
and our voices are gagged by our greed
our minds are harnessed by knowledge
by the hill and the will to succeed
and if that's not what you believe
would you let me know I'm not standing alone
that I'm not just a voice in the crowd
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little helping hand just a little understanding
just a little understanding to the questions that I'm asking you
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
where nothing here is ever what it seems
I'm scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powers
that preside over our minds and our lives
when they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that is truth
Day by day it's getting louder
and day by day it's getting stronger
but when I can't scream no more and I need reassurance,
I listen to the crowd.