Empty Bed

The bed is empty.
Barren.
Deserted in the morn'.
How can one vacant spot,
Shelter?
Hide the glory?
Of when we escorted
Her
Up
The front steps
Of the Eternal?
That uninhabited,
Mattress
Holds the Sacred,
Overflowing.
The empty
Is now
Full.
The hollow,
Has become
Holy.