CAGAYAN DE ORO CITY – As the sun descended over Vatican City, painting the horizon in hues of amber and rose, a hush fell over the grounds of St. Peter’s Basilica. In the sacred chamber, shrouded in reverent silence, the coffin of the late Pontiff rested—its lid now sealed. The ceremony, veiled in privacy, had been intimate, attended only by Vatican officials and a few members of the Pope’s family, their grief palpable yet dignified.
The rich aroma of incense lingered in the air, anointing the room with a sense of solemnity. Rosaries hung from trembling fingers as the Chapter of St. Peter, clad in ceremonial robes, began their vigil. The gentle flicker of candlelight danced on the ornate walls, casting shadows that seemed to echo centuries of tradition. Prayers filled the chamber—not loud, but rhythmic, a collective whisper that wove its way into the stillness.
This night would be sacred, an offering of unbroken devotion. Each prayer murmured by the Chapter seemed to hold a piece of the world’s mourning, for this was not just a loss for the Church, but for millions of faithful souls.
Outside, the cobblestones of St. Peter’s Square gleamed under the glow of lanterns, where pilgrims gathered, kneeling in silent solidarity. Some held candles, their faint flames swaying in the cool night breeze, while others clutched keepsakes or photographs of the departed spiritual leader.
As the night deepened, the vigil persisted, a testament to the enduring faith and gratitude for the life of a man who had dedicated himself to shepherding humanity. Beyond these walls, beyond the rising dawn, his legacy would continue, but this night belonged to quiet reflection and farewell.
And so they prayed, as the world waited for morning.
