NaPoWriMo 12

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