Ikon: The Harrowing of Hell

The poem today was about Jesus' descent into hell to rescue the souls awaiting Him there to set them free and about His return to our space-time world for a short time to be with his disciples for the last time. I will just quote the second half of the poem here:

"That done (rescuing the souls in hell), there must take place that struggle
no human presumes to picture:
living, dying, descending to rescue the just
from shadow, were lesser travails
than this: to break
through earth and stone of the faithless world
back to the cold sepulcher, tearstained
stifling shroud; to break from them
back into breath and heartbeat, and walk the world again, closed into days and weeks again,
wounds of his anguish open, and Spirit
streaming through every cell of flesh
so that if mortal sight could bear
to perceive it, it would be seen
His mortal flesh was lit from within, now,
and aching for home. He must return,
first, in Divine patience, and know
hunger again, and give
to humble friends the joy
of giving Him food - fish and a honeycomb.

- Denise Levertov

The fish in the blip today were at the local fish market. Though we did buy some other fish fillets to cook later, these looked more like the ones Jesus may have been given to eat by his friends. I searched for some honeycomb to no avail, but I don't remember that being mentioned in the biblical account anyway, so it must be 'poetic license'.