After Easter

Late in the day
and the afternoon sun cuts
through the glassware,
sending rainbows and colors across the wall
as you sit, sipping on a glass of now tepid water.

It has been a long day,
full of magic and music and people,
of the promise of Easter,
of God whispering in your ear,
unwilling to let you pretend the hoopla
is the main event.

No, this, the quiet time late in the day,
when you reveal yourself,
each weakness and flaw projected
on the wall behind the afternoon sunlight,
this is the main event,
where you find your safety,
not in a place, but in the relationships
that constantly remind you
you are loved, even
when you cannot find anyone to love you,
not even yourself.