He walked with Him

With salt in his hand
A smile on his face
And a resolve in his feet
He marched with Him.
Unsure of the aggressor
Bewildered by the arrogance
Notwithstanding the apathy
He reassured Him.
What calmness lay in his visage
And serenity in his speech
That albeit injustice
He comforted Him.
How will His Grace not descend
Not have compassion
For an undaunted man
Who befriended Him.
Many deeds will transpire
Many tales will woo laurels
But a few will truly know
How modestly he confided in Him.