This Easter, we met in a sanctuary
Not a temple, but they were the same.
And we gathered with two hundred others,
Not twelve, but we both were one.
And we sang hymns, not psalms.
Same music.
And heard the story we have heard
Every year. Same experience.
And, in the end, we knew
Once again
Strength, courage and hope
As did those followers
So long ago
And although we are so different
In so many ways,
We, united by practice and belief,
Are the same
People.
Dan Verner
April 16, 2017
Biscuit City 