All Souls

yellow candles among gold
as the flames flickered
and the quiet movement
of the priests
the quiet thoughts of the
people
as all the names were read

and the trumpet sounded
as the dread angel called
and all the multitudes
of people woke to be

reabsorbed into the heart
of the Maker
so it could start again
in a fresh day
with a new world

and so we rose from our knees
and went out into the
night sky
to be who we are again:
forgiven, sanctified, healed
the blessed people of God
broken and given
the bread of life

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