Holy Thursday (Mark 14:12-25)

on those early days
      when no one was
               around
         to watch,
   you planted the
               seeds
         which would
               blossom
   into sheaves of wheat;
      you began to train
               grapevines
         to curl around
         your fingers

so

that on that last night
   you could take
   that loaf of
               12-grace
      bread, breaking
   it into piece of
               healing
         which could
      take our shatttered
               lives
   and put us back together
      as your
               beloved;

that in that room,
   you could take the
               grapes
      of wrath, fear, doubt,
         squeezing them through
         your breaking heart,
   pouring the sweet
               nectar
      of hope, wonder, and
         peace
   into such a simple
               cup
      we cannot begin
      to understand the
         rich complexity
   of your
               love

but only
               taste
   on this
           night.

(c) 2012 Thom M. Shuman