Running through the alley ways of Corinth,
Through arches and narrow stairs,
To the doors with the fish marks,
Imprint of messengers from Galilee,

We lived in secret, Lord,
Waiting for Your return,
Lying in the cool stone, avoiding
The soldiers striking the street.

We stayed in the quiet cells
And wrote all reported down,
Printed out on vellum the words of Your work,
Recalled, remembered: the life of forgiving given.