What was left?

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.

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