Poetry

The (final) Last Supper

By 17th September 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

Here seated now at table spread, in thrall
At words of guest invited to partake
Twas met whilst strolling home, as I recall
From whence He came; who cares ‘for Heaven’s sake’
“Our Master’s gone and since hath been forlorn”
We ventured as excuse for our visage
“A promise made that He would be reborn”
Brought forth a knowing look, from said mirage
“Your Faith for sure is tested at this time”
Didst offer understanding by His tone
“Yet still; behold the meat, sweet fruit of vine” –
“Tis here before thee; reap what hath been sown”
Then ‘Light of Life’ didst dawn upon our eyes
In truth, couldst ne’er believe in His demise

Richard Gildea

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