Sonnet

Such a crowd collected that they could not even have a meal.
They were not selected.
They sought what they knew to be real.
None were rejected.

To seek him in mass exposed.
That is all we wanted.
If the church is closed.
Is not our faith daunted.

But where spirit can rise.
So there ‘hope’ can sing.
A woman with bandaged eyes.
Listening to the music that one unbroken string can bring.

This is not an image of melancholy.
Our very vulnerability is not hopeless folly.

Haiku

Not melancholy
But vulnerability
Not hopeless folly