- Vol. 02
- Chapter 06
Image by Georgina Cope
We had met with him in an upper room, his love reaching out to each one of us in turn, and it is only now we have remembered the heartbreak in his eyes as he gave Iscariot his greeting. Blind moles - we offered him nothing but puerile squabbles and ignorant ambitions - hiding our fears and his anguish in the dark ossuaries of consciousness.
But then there was bread and there was wine, sanctified in his hands for us, and a new meeting with the Almighty. For a little space, in the balm of his voice, time forgot to move on.