When we all took our places
In that borrowed sunlit room
The Kyrios was smiling
As he scanned our faces
Such a buoyant serious smile
I remember now when
His startling quiet eyes
Met mine I did try
To take him all in
When he passed the cup to me
Though I wanted to refuse at first
Please pass me by I mouthed
But he just waited smiling
Till I buckled to his will
And went running from that room
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