The Despondent Disciple

Sitting in the wilderness by a meager fire,
A few weeks after leaving his life
To follow the stranger named Jesus,
The disciple exhales in exhaustion.

He shakes his disbelieving head,
Reflecting on his stupidity,
And eats a small piece of fish and stale bread,
As he shivers in the nighttime air.

Inside his ragged and dirty clothes,
His body is caked with dust,
His shoes have already come apart,
Despair drips from his eyes.

The log he sits on rocks slightly,
As Jesus sits down next to him,
His presence warms the despondent disciple,
Who leans in and cries in Jesus’s embrace.

Ashamed of his gloom,
The disciple wipes his eyes,
Jesus smiles and tells him,
“All will be well my friend.”