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At A Memory Of The Cenacle
[after Luke 24:33-43]
Long decades' travel brings me now to Rome,
a fascinated visitor, My home
was on the outskirts of Jerusalem.
When Christ rode in, I followed, in, with Him
and all His followers. With some of them,
there in the upper room, after two grim
days, I saw---after twilight---Christ Himself
enter the room, arisen from the dead.
We stared at Him and felt a bit of dread.
To prove that He was not a ghost, He said,
"Peace," and then, "Do you have something to eat?"
With mounting joy, I sprung up from my seat,
and took down---from the nearly empty shelf---
some broiled fish and a dripping honeycomb.
Starward
[jlc]
