📍 Starts and Ends at
the Local Church
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Good Friday Evening
🏛️ A Tradition That Moves the Soul
Every Holy Week, just after sunset on Good Friday, the streets of our quiet Marinduque town glow—not with city lights, but with candles held by hundreds of faithful.
It begins in stillness. The air is thick with solemn prayer as families, elders, and even curious visitors gather in front of the church, preparing for the Good Friday Procession—a tradition that has been passed down for generations.
From my first steps as a child to now as an adult, this ritual always brings me a deep, indescribable peace.
📿 What to Expect During the Procession
- ⛪ Start: Procession begins at the local church (usually around 6–7 PM).
- 🕯️ Faithful Carrying Candles: Locals walk barefoot or silently as a form of panata (vow).
- 🎭 Life-size Images: Carrozas (floats) of saints, Mary, and Jesus are beautifully decorated and pulled through the streets.
- 🎶 Lenten Hymns: Played softly by brass bands or sung by a choir.
- 🚶♂️ The Route: Winds through the main streets of the town, passing heritage houses and quiet neighborhoods, before returning to the church.
🙏 Why It’s So Meaningful
For many of us in Marinduque, the Holy Week procession is more than a religious ritual. It's a time for reflection, a break from the chaos of daily life.
It’s when neighbors who haven’t seen each other in months
walk side by side, united by candlelight and faith.
It’s when children quietly ask their parents, “Who is that saint?”
It’s when you feel, deep in your chest, that life has purpose—even in sorrow.
I still remember one year when I silently cried the entire walk. No one noticed, and no one needed to. The sacredness of that night gave me permission to let go, to feel, and to pray.
📸 Highlights from the Procession
- 🕊️ The Pietà – Always the most moving image: Mother Mary holding the body of her son.
- 🐓 St. Peter with a Rooster – A symbol of his denial.
- 💔 Our Lady of Sorrows – Draped in black, surrounded by candles.
- 🌹 Floats Decorated with Real Flowers – Each community volunteers to adorn one with blooms from their gardens.
💡 Tips for First-Timers
- 🕯️ Bring your own candle – or buy one outside the church.
- 👟 Wear comfortable shoes – The walk may take 1–2 hours.
- 🤫 Stay silent and respectful – It’s not a parade; it’s a prayer in motion.
- 📷 Avoid flash photography – Blend into the moment, not interrupt it.
- 🧺 Join the town's Lenten potluck – Some towns offer simple lugaw (rice porridge) afterward.
🛐 Ending in Prayer
As the procession winds back to the church, there’s often a final benediction. People kneel in the open plaza or quietly return inside the church to offer one last prayer.
It’s always at this moment, when the candles are gently extinguished, that I feel most at peace.
❤️ A Personal Note
To be honest, I don’t even remember if there’s a mass before the procession starts. As a kid, we never really went inside the church—we just waited outside, excited and a bit nervous to join the solemn walk.
🏡 Since we lived far, we’d sometimes arrive late. So instead of going to the church, we’d just wait down the road, clutching our unlit candles, watching the long line of people pass.
✨ As the procession reached us, we’d quietly slip into the line, whispering to the person in front or behind:
“Pwede po maki sindi.” 🔥
And just like that, we were part of something sacred.
🕊️ It was always a quiet, reverent moment. No one spoke loudly. All you could hear were soft footsteps, whispered prayers, and the flicker of candlelight swaying gently with the wind.
🚶♀️ The procession wasn’t quick—it would pass through the entire town, stopping briefly at each Station of the Cross, where prayers or short dramatizations were held. But no one ever complained. The walk was part of the devotion.
Even now, I remember the feeling of being there:
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Walking through the darkness, holding a candle, surrounded by faith and
tradition.
🔥 It wasn’t just a procession—it was a prayer in motion
🌌 The Way Back Home
🕯️ When I was young, there were no streetlights yet in our barangay. After the solemn Good Friday procession, we’d walk home in almost complete darkness. The candle we carried during the procession would often stay lit until halfway home.
🚶♀️👣 The ground was uneven, the shadows eerie. But we walked in silence—because we had to. Maybe it was a form of repentance too, walking home in the dark, sleepy and barefoot sometimes, trying not to trip.
🔦 Looking back now, that journey home wasn’t just a physical one. It was a walk of faith, of family, of tradition.
🙌 Experience It Yourself
📍 If you ever find yourself in Marinduque during Holy Week, don’t miss this spiritual journey.
Whether you believe in the religious story or simply want to witness a cultural tradition rooted in love, grief, and hope—this procession will move you in ways words can’t.
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