Blogger's note: The format of this post is the fault of my friend at Going40; I am a Meema obsessed.
The ultimate supper he’ll share
With friends in a room up the stairs.
While he washes feet
His body they’ll eat –
A sacrifice none can compare.
The table, now bare and pristine,
In the light of one candle does gleam.
To the Garden they go
Where he’ll pray all alone:
“Father, take from me burdens extreme.”
Watch and wait.