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Life and Picnic (a short poem)

Our life reflects
the mystery in God.
Adam and Eve started
messing it up.
And Jesus called Judas "friend."

Jesus called
Peter "Satan."
And Peter ran away
from the Lord,
The Apostles too,
except for John.

Jesus appointed a thief
to meet Him in paradise.
Stephen died,
his blood in the hands of Saul.
And Saul, the persecutor, became
the Gentile peoples' Apostle.

So the Christians died
in the claws of beasts,
in blades of Roman swords as well.
And you think that this life we live
will be a picnic.

[Life Is No Picnic, by Zosimo Literatus]
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