The Passover is ended Verily,
But ten days since was it begun; and He,
The Paschal Sacrifice then slain, they see
Before their eyes, a Living Entity,
Risen in His Glorified Humanity.
How hard it was to realize. Yet see,
How full of tenderness and patience He
Opens their hearts to know the Mystery -
Not for their sakes; but for all time, that we
Might read and learn and love undoubtingly.
The little band of faithful pilgrims, see,
Prepare to journey homeward. There will He
Await them by the Galilean Sea.
For yet 'a little while' and He will be
Their Hope and Expectation, sensibly.
Capharnaum is the goal: the home that He
Had willed for her where His Disciples be,
And all resume their duties severally.
Peter and John go fishing: will not she
Return to household tasks, instinctively?
And He no longer needs a home. Where He
His watches keep remains a mystery.
That Sacred Flesh, delivered perfectly
From suffering and susceptibility,
Shares not the laws of our humanity.
He comes when least expected. Yet when He
Appears, 'tis rather His Divinity
That makes Him felt their Lord and God to be.
The Substance of that Nature would they see
Enclosed in Glorified Humanity.
Child-like are they in their simplicity,
And know Him scarcely yet. So, timidly
They question Him; while every Word that He
Now utters is a Heavenly Mystery -
A Word creative in the hierarchy.
- text taken from Mary: The Perfect Woman, by Emily Mary Shapcote