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[after Luke 24:42]

When they returned, that evening, those eleven

looked like men shocked and beaten by dejection.

Two days ago, Jesus, our friend, had died:

scourged brutally, then, later, crucified

(before that, on the same day, three times tried,

falsely found guilty, and sentenced to death).

This morning, they discovered, just past dawn,

His tomb had been opened, His body gone.

They knew they could not bring Him back by wish

or hope; nor even cries shouted to Heaven.

By habit, they had drifted to our home.

I thought to ease their sorrow with some token

from their time with Him; thus to soothe their broken

hearts slightly.  I prepared his favorite dish:

fresh from the hive, a dripping honeycomb;

and, from the lake preserved, a hefty fish.

But none of them had any appetite,

only a dense confusion frought with fright.

Then came a joy that took even my breath

away---firm proof of Jesus' Resurrrection.

Starward

[jlc]