Dinner with Jesus
His cooking pot
there was little water
little barley
and no oil.
Would he make it do
like the bread and fishes for
the thousands?
He rises and picks up the water jar,
disappears
over the hill, to the shore.
later returning, brings Peter
with a load of fish
they caught together.
Martha mixes the dough
while he cleans the fish.
I tend the fire
James found the stone
large and flat to stand in flames.
The smell of the crispy skinned fish,
the singed barley cakes
clings in the dark
to our hunger
And later he satisfies
our souls
as we sit and chat with the dying fire
and fireflies sparkling around us,
We asked him for stories of God
and he tells us of pearls and pigs and merchants,
as Yahweh is here, with us
by Hilary Evans