After Acts 28
To
walk in this city, even
between
guards, soldiers
escorting
their prisoner,
even
so to walk here is
the
feel the throb of empire,
a
bustle of commerce,
a
convulsion, an excitement,
orators
in the streets, shouts,
and
noise, constant noise
abating
only at late night, yet
this
place pulsates,
the
sheer excitement of what
men
call the center
of
the world, the center
of
the universe.
Yet
I see a weed between
paving
stones, a weed flowering
as
its grows. I do what I know
to
do, from the beginning:
to
speak, perhaps to preach,
even
with my soldier guards
on
each side.
Illustration: Paul in Rome by Christoph
Weigel (German engraver, 1654-1725).
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