Perhaps appropriate for this end of Easter Sunday, during National Poetry Month:

At the tomb of love

I came to say I was wrong,


                  start anew.

But you were already gone,

                        stone rolled away,

                        leaving me


© 2017 David W. Jones

‘So dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called “LIFE”. We are gathered here today to silence the voice that accuses. To absolutely luxuriate in a cleansing baptism of our brains and hearts. To celebrate a repentance that leads to life. To love one another as God has loved us. To remind each other of the true voice of God and to shut up the accuser. This is how the beloved of God have always gathered together to get through this thing called life. So come to this table tonight as the child of God you were created to be for that is a gift to us all.’