Places of worship stand bereft ~ naked without the clothing of their congregations. Cathedrals, churches, chapels, temples, meeting-houses, masjids, and mosques are all empty.
Lone priests celebrate mass ~ offering a solitary communion to hymns of whispering dust. The Angelus bells are mute~ humbled by the benediction of the silent streets as the people stay home to protect each other.
In Ireland, the chapels have been empty before ~ pilgrim-paths overgrown without the feet of the faithful to tend them, and the dead buried without custom.
The Mass Rocks are still standing. The wildflowers are still blooming. The ocean still crashes at the feet of Sliabh Liag and its waves continue to make sacred communion with our shores.