Crowded pews, huddled masses
of still and silent sheep
surrounded by spring flowers.
Followers?
Or lives spent floundering
in muck and mire, aimless
wandering in an empty tomb,
searching for a body
in an abandoned grave?
Perhaps they fell asleep in the pasture
and did not see their shepherd ascend.
What will it take to awaken them;
to resurrect them?
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