You had been invited
to a wedding feast.
Your mother's friend's son
was the groom.
It was busy
and after the ceremony
the feast began.
Some of Your friends
had been invited too
and gathered around You.
Tables were full with food
and wine jars.
After the speeches
and laughter,
people sat to eat.
Your mother
came over to You
anxiously.
They have run out
of wine, she said.
You looked at her.
What is it to do with me?
You said,
my time is not yet.
Your friends looked at You,
then Your mother.
Your mother gazed at You.
She walked to the men
who were helping the host.
Do as my son tells you,
she said in a soft voice.
You heard her words.
You could never not do
as she asked.
You walked
to the men.
Fill the empty jars
with water,
You said.
Water?
One man asked.
Yes, water,
You said.
They filled the large jars
with water.
You touched
the jars with Your hands.
You walked away.
One of the men
poured from one
of the jars.
Wine, he whispered.
He took the wine
around the tables.
Later a friend
of the groom said:
Most pour
the best wine first
and later give out
poorer wine,
but you have saved
the best until last
Your mother
smiled at You.
It had begun:
water and wine.
But did she see
where it would end?
Or did she
just see You
as her son?
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
You had been invited
to a wedding feast.
Your mother's friend's son
was the groom.
It was busy
and after the ceremony
the feast began.
Some of Your friends
had been invited too
and gathered around You.
Tables were full with food
and wine jars.
After the speeches
and laughter,
people sat to eat.
Your mother
came over to You
anxiously.
They have run out
of wine, she said.
You looked at her.
What is it to do with me?
You said,
my time is not yet.
Your friends looked at You,
then Your mother.
Your mother gazed at You.
She walked to the men
who were helping the host.
Do as my son tells you,
she said in a soft voice.
You heard her words.
You could never not do
as she asked.
You walked
to the men.
Fill the empty jars
with water,
You said.
Water?
One man asked.
Yes, water,
You said.
They filled the large jars
with water.
You touched
the jars with Your hands.
You walked away.
One of the men
poured from one
of the jars.
Wine, he whispered.
He took the wine
around the tables.
Later a friend
of the groom said:
Most pour
the best wine first
and later give out
poorer wine,
but you have saved
the best until last
Your mother
smiled at You.
It had begun:
water and wine.
But did she see
where it would end?
Or did she
just see You
as her son?
Miracle at a wedding at Cana 27 AD
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