(in answer to M. M. Walters)
I was there at Kana at the wedding
and after many miles my feet were full of dust
when I saw Him, the Messiah right there,
where the waiters were serving the last wine.
It was a joyful day and the bride was beautiful
and those poor people did invite every soul,
the women did cry and also did laugh a lot
and others did yearn for their great happiness
but when they did run out of wine a silence did come
while secretly His mother did whisper to Him,
where He did wave with His hands to the helpers
and everybody did realise that there is nothing to drink.
The joy did fade but everybody was astonished
when the waiters did come with the best wine.
[Reference: "Apocrypha XLI" by M. M. Walters.]
© Gert Strydom
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