Singing in my Basement (Pandemic Pascha 2020)

 

I hear singing in my basement 

from a phone that streams

voices from Indianapolis

where we were married and

where my son was baptized.

They are songs and voices

we still remember all these 

years later like putting on an

old worn coat that is comfortable 

and smells like incense and coffee.

The thing is, no matter where

we find ourselves these days

“Christ is risen from the dead

trampling down death by death”

and this hope connects us.

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