The sanctuary
is empty
but so is the tomb
The faces
are scattered
all over the room
The music
is played
the words they are spoken
The bread
is baked
and then it is broken
We are
not present
we only are here
We join
together
in love not in fear
The sun
will rise
the grass is so green
We live
again
though as yet unseen
NaPoWriMo 12
