light sneaks (through a broken window <br />& slits a splintered shutter <br />sifting through filter <br />of cobwebs and dust) <br />into the upper room <br /> <br />an angel could be roaming darkness for years <br />before she is <br />illumined & <br />shares salvation with the fallen <br />& spirit-starved <br /> <br />Jesus stood amid storms and thunder <br />prior to the lightning crack <br />that whipped across Jerusalem <br />on the night of betrayal - <br />the pain of it was light flooding the eye <br />quick as the kiss & blinding <br /> <br />his soul - <br />phosphorous - <br />leaned on doom <br />as if <br />it were a doorpost of passover<br /><br />Tim Gavin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-upper-room/
