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.
2 comments:
Seems to me you should double dip and enter these over in the contest. Time's running out . . .
I wanted to tell you that I read your blog everyday and I don't think I comment very often because I usually have spent my words for the day on my own blog. I do appreciate you and your posts and I love reading what you have to say.
Cheers,
Bea
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