The Folded Napkin

The Folded Napkin

A Poem by Melinda McQueen
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Easter poem.

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In Hebrew days

A disheveled napkin in a plate

Signaled that the master had finished,

And the servant would collect the dish.

 

However, if the napkin was folded,

His return would be noted.

 

Jesus paid the price at Calvary

When He died to set us free.

The most perfect Servant and Word

To the most perfect Master and Lord.

 

Obedient to the cross

At all cost.

Giving up the ghost,

Hope rose.

 

On the third day,

Nothing but His clothes did lay

In His place,  

As well as the folded cloth which had covered His face. (John 20:7)

 

Quite a sign

From the great Divine.

For He’s coming back again,

Hence, the folded napkin.

© 2015 Melinda McQueen


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Melinda McQueen
I read a write-up about this and was inspired to write a poem.

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This is one of the best things I've read in a while. Theres nothing better than learning new information while reading fascinating poetry :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

4 Years Ago

Thank you for stopping by and your kind words. take care
wow...what a great poem about the second coming of Christ. loved this one, well written dear

Posted 4 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading and leaving a kind review.
Now, what is a better guarantee than that! I never new that little fact. And I am glad that I know of it now. These are the little sureties that make our like icing on the cake. But, in God, I have no doubt about our Lord.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading and leaving a kind review.
A beautiful poem with a story and lesson.
"On the third day,
Nothing but His clothes did lay
In His place,
As well as the folded cloth which had covered His face"
I like the way you gave strength to the strong ending. Thank you Melinda for sharing the outstanding poetry for the man of peace and love.
Coyote


Posted 5 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your review.
Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

You are welcome.
Appropriate on this Easter day and interesting and informative too.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

5 Years Ago

Thank you for reading.
Yes, and from what I understand his outer garments were folded also, noting He was returning. I just pray that every soul on this earth will be ready for His returning. Valentine

Posted 5 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

5 Years Ago

Yes, I pray this with you. Thanks for reading and leaving feedback.
I love Universal Tickles like that Melinda -
I like how you weaved a custom in with the story of Easter. Very inventive and so well composed to incorporate the whole within a napkin of poetry.
Love this uniqueness
:)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

5 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and leaving feedback
ANTO

5 Years Ago

no problems Melinda - Happy Easter my talented friend.
:))
What an awesome piece.... great creativity my friend :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

5 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and leaving feedback
some great trivia and you created a great write with it

Posted 5 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

5 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and leaving feedback
 wordman

5 Years Ago

you are welcome
You educated me and I thank you!
Great piece of work
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Melinda McQueen

5 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and leaving feedback

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Melinda McQueen
Melinda McQueen

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Hello, I'm Melinda from Texas. I am a published author. I'm in a chair with Cerebral Palsy and writing is my outlet. I have found deep pleasure in writing poetry. Writing helps me express my emotion.. more..

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