In the meantime
Strange, how we all seemed to find our way back here, after yesterday’s
horror and shame; back to this upstairs chamber filled with dark corners,
old gestures of brokenness, sad echoes of pouring, of song, and of prayer.
None of us spoke much, looked each other in the eye; too much to hide,
too much to fear, to forget. Little sleep was had, anxious listening instead
for the tramp of the temple guard, fist on the door, the harsh accusation.
Must try to eat something now, think of a plan for tomorrow, find courage