"The Upper Room" by Belle F. Owens : Christ in Poetry

     Now on the first day of Unleavened Bread, when they killed the Passover lamb, His disciples said to Him, "Where do you want us to go and prepare, that You may eat the Passover?"
     And He sent out two of His disciples and said to them, "Go into the city, and a man will meet you carrying a pitcher of water; follow him. Wherever he goes in, say to the master of the house, 'The Teacher says, "Where is the guest room in which I may eat the Passover with My disciples?" Then he will show you a large upper room, furnished and prepared; there make ready for us."

-- The Bible: Mark 14:12-15 (New King James Version)

THE UPPER ROOM

by Belle F. Owens

Oh, had it been mine, that upper room,

To make all fair with oil and bloom!

I'd spread clean rushes on the floor,

Put water jug and towel by the door;

A linen cloth as white as May,

A runner, on the table lay.

I have no incense, only bread and wine;

The grapes and winepress, they are mine;

My bread, as spikenard redolent,

Is of all wholesome odors blent.

Then, having made all fresh and fair,

I would give thanks for this my share.

Source of poem: Christ in Poetry (1952), an anthology compiled and edited by Thomas Curtis Clark and Hazel Davis Clark