Luke 24:41-43; Revelation 19:6-9
He died upon a cruel cross.
He laid in state through Sabbath rest.
He raised to new life with nothing lost.
He greeted the women. Their hearts were blest.
But He showed the men His body’s scars.
Then Jesus told them, “Touch me now,
“I’ve wounds on flesh, the cross has marred.
“I’m raised, again, as oft I vowed.”
“You’re really scared, that I’m a ghost.
“You needn’t be. I’d like to eat.
“Do you have some fish to broil or roast?
“We’ve supped so often lives to greet.”
He took the fish and honeycomb.
He ate it before them because He could.
This makes me wonder. When we’re Home,
will we yet eat because it’s good.
Is food a tool to keep alive
the human body on the Earth?
Or is it joy where friendships thrive
forever after great new birth?
The Marriage Supper of The Lamb
is slated for a future date.
Will there be things to eat, like jam?
Or is form just on the plate?
That Jesus fills the Earth so full
of reddest rose and sautéed beef.
It seems ‘twould be the greatest cruel
to spark each sense without relief.
by Jay O’Toole
on April 24th, 2019
Poems About Jesus 