Go, stand in the Temple.
And tell the people about the new life.
What thoughts lie behind our own temple.
Is hope ascendant or doubts rife.

I went to my mother’s grave.
And stood by this quiet green place.
What of her memory , could I save.
Anyway , she has now won her race.

Alone that night , quietening all sense.
One of her pictures  fell from the wall.
Of course just a coincidence.
Or was it some sort of reminder or call.

The dead cannot speak.
But do they still seek.

…….

Stand in the Temple
Go tell people of new life
We are the living

….  …..

See Acts 5: 17-26