Like Disciples we sat around the table <br />into our books we threw our attentions. <br /> <br />Jesus positioned himself deep into his <br />chair, his eyes glazed by the pain of <br /> <br />universal knowing, remained in deep <br />reflection. Doctor Anula remarked on <br /> <br />our leaders predictions, a mere nod <br />of aknowledgment sent us into a writing <br /> <br />frenzy. The sound of paper turning <br />startled the silent one, drops of sweat <br /> <br />travelled down his face, lingering over <br />each feature. Thanking him for his <br /> <br />time, he left drifitng through door, and <br />page. We murmured silent concern.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meeting-jesus/
