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Twelve Angry Men

  • 05-07-2008 05:34PM
    #1
    guitarsongs
    Closed Accounts Posts: 40 ✭


    returned from lush olive mount
    there was a sated glow
    about her - both of them,
    in fact, irradiated;
    the gathering observed only
    that she was changed;
    stood sternly in salute,
    exchanged a greeting.


    with crimson discomfort
    she made pale excuse -
    an urgent kitchen duty;
    kissed Him awkwardly
    on either bearded cheek
    left them bristling
    visibly at table with
    twelve sullen scowls


    sidling sly glances
    Gethsemane grumbled
    as He watched evening
    shadow bathe her beauty;
    apostolic jealousy intense,
    but muzzled as each held
    bless'd broken bread,
    and puzzled at His Words


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