A Poem about the Maundy Thursday Meal
by Rev. David H. Rommereim The Cup The cup Endows rhythm To flesh And bones Its fingers Tickle the body, While lips Swish its wine Then a glance, And a skirmish Adhere Eye to ear For the sound Of soul Singing a melody Of Silence So that mystery And mystique Of dreams Deferred Are launched With the lure Of bread Gone wild In the desert Where scarcity Prepares the Banquet.
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