Five loaves of bread, and two fish multiplied
to feed the waiting masses, weary now
from travel, sitting calmly, occupied
in thought, and reverence. I wondered how
mere mortal man accomplished such a feat,
without the use of trickery. I knew
that He was Christ, elected to complete
prophetic scripture laid down for the Jew.
In awe, I kissed His feet, my long brown hair
had dried the tears my eyes failed to contain,
in flashback, at the cross. Yes, I was there,
head veiled in black; a shadow in the rain.
The time draws nigh when faithless cease to laugh,
as wheat is separated from the chaff.