Erget, Ascension, and Resurrection
I love St. Michael’s Day. As a daughter incepted, birthed, and raised on the Yeka mountains, I trace my ancestors back to the beginning of time — from Adam and Eve, through the sacred memory of place, prayer, and preservation. Yeka St. Michael reigns in my heart because the tabot, church, and palace were built upon that mountain by ancestors whose legacy stretches into the Axumite empire, into the reign of Atsbeha and Abraha, and into the lineage of seekers, discoverers, builders, creators, leaders, warriors, and knowers. To stand in that inheritance is to remember that history is not distant; it is lived, breathed, and carried in the body. So when I prayed, lit my candle, burnt my incense, and listened in awe to the early mass and the night mass, I felt something ancient awaken in me. St. Michael’s Day brings out the warrior within me — the strength, the alertness, the sacred fire. And yet, this day also gave my body rest. I slept deeply after hearing chants, prayers, and divine litur...
