Come home, my scattered children!
Here’s bread to break
and wine to drink.
Sit down and eat,
and I will wash your feet.
Remember, remember —
Sit still, my noisy children!
I'll speak the prayer
and sing the song
that tells of glory.
Listen to the story.
Remember, remember?
Look at my hands, my children,
Look at my side:
I am your friend
no longer dead
but known in broken bread.
— Tobias Stanislas Haller, BSG, 1994
good poem for today.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter!
Tobias, I posted this at my blog on April 9. The post, which includes an illustration of Carraggio's "Supper At Emmaus" and the Emmaus story from Luke. As I viewed the picture and Luke's reading, I wrote this poem:
ReplyDeleteCome And Eat With Me
Will you come and eat with me?
You can stay the night.
Stay just a while and have a meal.
As we break our bread, we'll talk.
Stay with me; rest a while.
Here, take your bread.
Wait! Who are you?
You are Jesus, the one who died!
You are dead, but here you are alive,
Here you break bread with me.
You made me come alive,
As you spoke to me of the prophets.
You set my heart on fire when you told me
How you had to suffer and to die.
What! You're gone? Just like that?
As I was writing mine, I was not thinking of yours, which I had read a few days before, but, I see now that I might have been unduly influenced by it. What do you think? I assure you that it was not deliberate. You don't have to post this, if you don't care to.
Dear Mimi,
ReplyDeleteI think all I would say is that we are both inspired by someone infintely greater!
tobias
Tobias, you're too kind, as always.
ReplyDeleteAnd I really do know how to spell Caravaggio.