The spirit spoke: "Look up!" It was a dream.
 I lifted my eyes: in the bright expanse of clouds
 I saw the Lord break bread for the Twelve,
 and speak loving, but foreboding, words to them.
 Far above their heads, he invited in the earth
 with an all-embracing gesture.

 The spirit spoke: "Look up!" Floating linen
 I saw, and many already receiving a meal;
 spread beneath a thousand hands
 were the tables, dim at the ends
 in the grey mist, while on the pale steps
 miserable forms sat unsummoned.

 The spirit spoke: "Look up!" The sky's blue encompassed now
 an unmeasurable feast, as far as the eye could see;
 there, Fountains of Life frothed richly;
 there, no bowl was held out in vain;
 there, every people rested on full sheaves
 and no place was empty and no one was allowed to starve.