Gradually, as seconds passed,
The crowd began to still,
The voices became whispers
As voices always will
In truth, we all acknowledged
There was little left to say
A baby slept, a few held hands
Some bowed their heads to pray
There was little movement
Beyond the wall ahead
From somewhere came the pleasing smell
Of freshly baking bread
We waited there, of course, afraid,
To be ushered in
One life done and over
Another to begin
Not one of us was certain
What waited for us here
So we stood in silence
At this last and best frontier
The ones in front were moving
And we strained ahead to see
But what was there was hidden
Too far away from me
But steadily we move along
Afraid, but hopeful too
And what I saw then made grin
But wait, I must go through