Explanations to the Eleven

orchidee



Tune: Lux Eoi

('Alleluia, Alleluia! hearts to heaven...')

Luke 24 v.33-48

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Jesus did appear unto them

Gathered at Jerusalem

The eleven disciples, He

Stood in their midst, said, Peace be

They were terrified, affrighted

When their eyes had Him sighted

He said, Why you troubled, afraid?

Why anxious thought your hearts made?

 

Behold my hands, behold my feet

See it is me who you greet

For a spirit has not flesh, bones

As I have, you see, now known

Then He showed them His hands, His feet

Thus making their joy complete

He asked for food, fish, honeycomb

He did eat there at the home

 

He said, these are the words I spake

To you before, for to make

Them come to pass, to be fulfilled

Each by my Father's plan willed

He opened their understanding

Did them wisdom, insight bring

That they might understand scriptures

Of Christ's salvation for us

 

He said, It was necessary

For Christ to suffer, die, see

And to rise from the dead third day

To open the living way

And that repentance, remission

Of sins be preached to each one

In Christ's name, among all nations

Witness to all daughters, sons

 

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 6th, 2026 09:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.7.8.7. 8.7.8.7.
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    A great hymn Orchi well done my friend

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Orchi, there’s a bright, steady unfolding here…fear turning to recognition, then to understanding, then to calling. It moves cleanly through the moment without forcing it. And somewhere from leagues below, Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus is asking if the fish and honeycomb come with a side of ceremonial glug, while Ol' Ben Kenobi mutters “oi be…he’s just risen, lad, let Him finish first…” Popeyeus, ignores and Ol Tómas hands Ben a knitted sock. Why? WCAT! 😂🥬🙏 Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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