Apostles

I swear I’ll always see you, even when I close my eyes
I always did believe you when you said that you would rise
I watched you feed one thousand. I watched you feed four more
Kingdom clean and unbounded, hidden beneath the cellar door

Beneath the barren fig tree – you spoke there of faith and doubt –
Threw mountains into the sea, cursed my roots, and cast me out
I watched you walk on water. I saw you, bathed in light
I watched you walk on water. I could not follow if I tried (and I tried)

I watched the spear in your side bringing forth water and blood
That river would not run dry ‘til it reached the throne of God
I heard the tearing curtain, the temple clothed in dark
The sky remained uncertain. I washed my tunic in the yard

I heard the women weeping. I saw the empty tomb
Recalled a virgin sleeping, a savior growing in her womb