No one wanted to look at each other.
No one wanted to speak, to be the first
to speak. But we had to. Walking back
to Jerusalem, for instance, we had to
decide where we were going. There was
no one to follow home anymore. That day
and the day after. Waking, it was the first
thought. This is the feeling of rising with
faith alone. We had to learn it. We had to
come to understand this would always be
the first thought. Things hadn’t worked out
the way we’d thought they would. Eventually,
we began dying. Funny to say it now,
but some of us wondered, would it happen
to us, too? But, of course it would happen.
This was the very promise we’d lived by.