The eight lines left on the now desolate Aramaic weaving table meant a whole night had gone. The silence was also deafening across the night sky. So I muzzled up every ounce and left the chamber somewhat relieved.
At the Square there was a booming crowd of Corinthians, and traveling Bermudians and Jews alike. One whispered "Death", another said "innocence". You could only whisper for there was a wide hunt for his followers. To see for myself I surfed through the crowd for a better view of the podium. On a fishing boat I found hope and a chance to see the chaos that were rumored in town.
"Dear Sir, do you see anything??" Inquired someone.
"I think so"
I picked the young chap off the muddy ground and together we shared the moment.
"I know that man" said he.
"Which of them?"
"The Carpenter"
" The what? First or second?"
"You don't know him" he said looking amazed. For the first time I noticed his blue eyes. They were so clear that you would think they are diamonds. There was something divine about the child.
" The one at the center. He is innocent. He would have lived if he had abandoned his preaching."
" How did you know that??" I asked, somewhat embarrassingly. How can a child know so much?
"I have followed him all my life. Now you too can" he said. Then he begged to leave and disappeared into the crowd.
I have been too occupied to socialize. Perhaps I would have seen him face to face or heard about his campaign and trials. I have been in my comfort place. Maybe I would have touched him too like one old lady Mr. Mathew talked about at the bar. Oh dear, it was even The Christ that she touched
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
The eight lines left on the now desolate Aramaic weaving table meant a whole night had gone. The silence was also deafening across the night sky. So I muzzled up every ounce and left the chamber somewhat relieved.
At the Square there was a booming crowd of Corinthians, and traveling Bermudians and Jews alike. One whispered "Death", another said "innocence". You could only whisper for there was a wide hunt for his followers. To see for myself I surfed through the crowd for a better view of the podium. On a fishing boat I found hope and a chance to see the chaos that were rumored in town.
"Dear Sir, do you see anything??" Inquired someone.
"I think so"
I picked the young chap off the muddy ground and together we shared the moment.
"I know that man" said he.
"Which of them?"
"The Carpenter"
" The what? First or second?"
"You don't know him" he said looking amazed. For the first time I noticed his blue eyes. They were so clear that you would think they are diamonds. There was something divine about the child.
" The one at the center. He is innocent. He would have lived if he had abandoned his preaching."
" How did you know that??" I asked, somewhat embarrassingly. How can a child know so much?
"I have followed him all my life. Now you too can" he said. Then he begged to leave and disappeared into the crowd.
I have been too occupied to socialize. Perhaps I would have seen him face to face or heard about his campaign and trials. I have been in my comfort place. Maybe I would have touched him too like one old lady Mr. Mathew talked about at the bar. Oh dear, it was even The Christ that she touched
Risen Christ
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