Jacques C. Earley
The Meal - Poem by Jacques C. Earley
They sit at the table
Telling of the future
…… only One could see the sign
A secret betrayal
……..a traitor would rise_
the name of the HOLY
An unforgivable lie.
Holding Grail in his hands
The Lion gives blessings to all….
This meal where they partake and will always recall.
Filled to the brim their goblets of wine
For this the occasion…
The last time they would dine.
Jacques C. Earley © 2001
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