From there:
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
‘Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest.
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.’
“…As soon then as they came to land, they saw hot coals lying and a fish laid thereon and bread….Jesus saith to them: Come, and dine….This is now the third time that Jesus was manifested…after he was risen from the dead.” (James Tissot, “Meal of Our Lord & the Apostles”) pic.twitter.com/3OyiQ2JVpm
— Matthew Balan ن (@MatthewJLB) April 18, 2020