Here seated now at table spread (in thrall)
At words of guest invited to partake
Well met whilst strolling home (as I recall)
From where 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 now is sown”
Then ‘Light of Life’ didst dawn upon our eyes
In truth, couldst ne’er believe in His demise
Poet Musketeer|\
Footnote:- Inspired by ‘Supper at Emmaus’ (as painted by Caravaggio)
MARYANN BOSAH 