Easter Day

It is Easter Day, yet the churches are as empty
  as hollowed out tombs, dead to song, praise, noise.
Easter still comes, arriving in surprise, when
  we least expect it, and it resounds in story.
The story of the morning, with the birds singing,
  the story of the blooms, opening to the sun.
Easter is still here, even when we are gathered,
  in rooms afraid of what may come, listen.
Listen hard, look closer, you may hear and see,
  and like Mary be weeping, afraid it is taken.
Just then you will recognize the gardener,
  the creator of life, and may call our Teacher!