Magdalena By Tamara Beryl Latham, c2007

Five loaves of bread, two fish, were multiplied to feed the waiting masses, weary now from travel, sitting calmly, occupied in thought and reverence, I wondered how

mere mortal man accomplished such a feat, without the use of trickery, I knew that He was Christ, elected to complete prophetic scriptures laid down for the Jew.

In awe, I kissed His feet, my long brown hair had dried the tears my eyes failed to contain in flashback, at the cross. Yes, I was there; head veiled in black, a shadow in the rain.

The time draws nigh when faithless cease to laugh, as wheat is separated from the chaff.