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The road received me with countless others,
as it did that week---but that was somehow different.
The garden where He taught, beneath the shade;
the brook Cedron, where we splashed in the afternoon,
where He liked to cool His feet after the hot stones
of the pavement around the Temple:
in those places, He made our spirits soar
(even ours, although we once resided in Decapolis)
by making the Scriptures come alive in the way He spoke them.
He had told us, more than once, He must die in Jerusalem.
And we pretended, now, not to believe Him,
we who had, once, so intensely believed Him . . .
 
Starward
 
[jlc]                                                    

[to Jim H---Teacher;
but more importantly, Mentor;
and most importantly, Friend---
I dedicate this Antioch poem.]

"And the disciples were called Christians first in Antioch."
---Acts 11:26

Go out as far as Antioch,
and see what faith they bear
into that city.  Doubters mock,
but something great is there.

Though it may seem a long, hard trip---
leaving Jerusalem---
still, you will find sweet fellowship
in Antioch, with them.

Hear how the name of Jesus Christ
now fills their daily talk
(for saving faith, alone, sufficed
to start them on their walk).

From Antioch, they travel forth
because their souls are stirred.
From East to West and South to North,
they preach the Holy Word.

Go out among that happy flock.

Go out as far as Antioch.

Starward
 
[jlc]