on this Maundy Thursday, in solemn space
gathered 'round the table, disciples dear
with hearts heavy, knowing the hour draws near
in an upper room, where shadows fall
The Master sits, amongst them all
with tender gaze and hands outspread
He breaks the bread, the wine is shed
a feast of love, a sacred rite
in this moment, bathed in holy light
The bread, His body, The wine, His blood
symbols of a covenant, understood
yet in the midst of this sacred feast
lingers the shadow of the coming beast
for one among them will soon betray
leading to anguish, to sorrow's sway
Judas, with his kiss of betrayal's sting
sets in motion the course of suffering
yet still, the Master's love holds true
even for the one who will bid adieu
in this Last Supper, a poignant scene
where love and loss, and hope convene
for though the night grows dark and deep
resurrection's promise, He will keep
so on this Maundy Thursday, we recall
the table set, the love poured out for all
in bread and wine, in fellowship divine
we glimpse the grace that forever shines
***
Solo, Thu, 28th March 2024. 11:28 am
Suko Waspodo
