All the old clocks are stopping
and time is draining away.
There are rats in the hedges
where the blue jays
used to play. In a dry time
the people go to funerals
to avoid loneliness.
There is music there and afterwards
coffee with sugar in paper cups.
So much can happen after a funeral;
maybe more than has happened
before. But then we all go home.
Soon will come Jesus walking
door to door, looking for someone
to raise from the dead.

Kyle Kimberlin

After a poem by Rumi.

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