NaPoWriMo 2025 - day twentyone

We leave the doors open.
We leave the lights on.
Celebrate like it’s yesterday;
like it’s been 2,000 years.
The day becomes a week
and we celebrate.
Everything is sung.
Our mouths are full
of songs and feasting.
We greet each other
with holy kisses
as we have been kissed
by the holy.
We gather around the bread
blessed and broken.
Or shared.
 
What a day
to find ourselves
full of rejoicing.
A rejoinder
to the world’s great wound.
We say come and eat.
Let us find a song
to sing together.
You are welcome here.