Like Him

Here is another poem belonging earlier in the calendar. This one was written for the third Sunday of Easter.

Like Him

We saw Him; He sat
With us and ate
A piece of bread.

We heard His voice and
Knew it; He
Showed His hands and

Feet to say:
Do ghosts have hands
And feet like these?

Humbled once
To take our flesh, he
Wore it now like royal robes.

He rose to Heaven
Dressed like us, not
Despising this flesh.

And brothers, what we
Will be like
Has not yet been made known;

But this we know –
That when He is
Revealed we will,

The broken, sullied,
Doubting ones, be
Somehow made

like Him.