THE MORNING MEAL

It must have been upon a fair, sweet dayWhen all the air was fresh with morning dewThat the great Teacher bade his followers comeAnd share the morning mealBeside the sea.After that holy feast he gazed uponThe faces of his followersSearchingly.

Peter, he knew, was eager, childlike, free,Intense in his devotion;He had beenShown that mere human loveCould never standThe mighty testsThat lay so near at hand.To Peter, then, Jesus addressedHis words.

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