What Sinks In
Sitting
in chapel.
Rosary first.
And words hit: the tomb was EMPTY
empty
empty
empty
And then the chatter of children grows...
pre-mass music, words, piano bursts
decade after decade of Glorious Mysteries, Hail Mary's, Glory Be's louder and louder
careen into reading "[silence]" in Doyle's Grace Notes
Children's voices continue to belt out "here I AM to hear you are my God!"
In the midst of the cacophony of their sweet raucous tune
I AM reading [silence]
Noise and silence.
Docked together.
Perfectly resurrected.
Rosary first.
And words hit: the tomb was EMPTY
empty
empty
empty
And then the chatter of children grows...
pre-mass music, words, piano bursts
decade after decade of Glorious Mysteries, Hail Mary's, Glory Be's louder and louder
careen into reading "[silence]" in Doyle's Grace Notes
Children's voices continue to belt out "here I AM to hear you are my God!"
In the midst of the cacophony of their sweet raucous tune
I AM reading [silence]
Noise and silence.
Docked together.
Perfectly resurrected.
