Holy Thursday

 1st April 2021

And so it begins, NaPoWriMo -  National Poetry Writing Month. Poets and others ( I'm probably one of the others) post a poem a day for the whole month of April. Check it out here if you're interested in taking part.   

 https://www.napowrimo.net/ 

And here's my first one. 

Holy Thursday

I creep into the upper room,

sit quietly in the corner.

With every slow breath

I inhale a promise 

of the feast,

lamb roasting,

bitter herbs,

everything ready.

Outside, rushing feet 

on cobbles, 

laughter, shouting,

the streets a throng 

for Passover.

Now, I hear louder steps

 on the stairs.

You enter the room 

with your twelve friends.

they jostle and jab each other

to get near you.

John sidles up by your side, 

brave, bold, burning 

with love. 

Stories, jokes, memories,

shared, 

a family gathering,

almost.

During the  meal,

you become serious, 

a silence descends

All wait.

You take bread, 

bless it, break it,

"This is my Body..."

Share it

You take the cup,

"This is my blood,

shed for you..."

Share it.

What does it mean?

I want this too...

Why this longing?

Judas leaves,

your eyes follow him

sadly.

Other things happen,

you wash their feet, 

you give them - me,

a new commandment,

"Love on another,

as I have loved you..."

When you go out,

I touch the cup 

that you held,

put it to my lips,

follow you.