You left so little behind. No stuff. Just garments To be won or lost in a gamble. A broken body To be anointed And buried. And vast, empty chasms In our hearts. Silence in that place Where once your words and laughter dropped like hopeful seeds. No stuff You left yourself behind. And soon that broken body Could no more be dead and hid. Rumbles shook earth - The dawn of resurrection life And dead bursting from their graves. Those seeds flourishing and growing Where now your words of rebuild temples Made so much sense. And when you left Your spirit left behind. No stuff But life spirit pulsing within Whispering your words in our hearts Wrapping us now in your garments of righteousness. No stuff. Just you . Forever.