I wrote this poem two Easters ago and wanted to share it again.

Jesus said to Peter and John,
"go and get the passover meal
ready".Luke22:8

The Baker

This day in Jerusalem
as I was baking
the unleavened bread
for the passover meals,
two men approached
the stall.
While waiting on another
customer,
I overheard their
conversation.
They spoke of this man
called Jesus,
and the miracles
He performed.

The next day
I saw the crowds,
and joined to see
the cause.
I stood next to this
man John,
that I sold bread to
yesterday.
He said, "they are to
crucify my Lord".

As I watched Him
pass,
carrying the cross,
my heart was touched,
I knew not why.
He paused and looked
into my eyes,
spoke these words to
me,
"Your hands have baked
the very bread
that became my flesh
to save the world".

I knew He spoke the
truth,
astounding as it was.
His eyes were filled
with sorrow,
yet shone of love
and truth.
I knew that I had
found my Lord
on this sorrowful of days.

So through it all
I lingered,
witnessed all His pain.
Wept my tears of penance,
vowed my life to Him.

On sunday morn
I heard the shouts.
The tomb is empty.
He is risen!
My heart was filled
with joy!

My promise made
that very day.
The only bread I'd
make,
would be to feed the
hungry souls
with the Bread of Life
each day,
and tell them how He
gave His life,
that we might learn to
live and love,
and follow in His Way.