A poem prompted by Maundy Thursday commemorating the Last Supper (Luke 22)
Ordinary Men On Their Way to Supper
Long before Passover Feast, something
lingers in the air
Something mysterious, foreboding,
and yet prophetic
Philip, hears, Follow Me
Andrew, James, Thomas, and
Bartholomew desert their nets
Matthew, tax collector, finishes,
with no misgivings
Jude leaves the fields with a
sense of urgency--get to Jerusalem
James experiences grief and, yet,
joy without understanding
Simon, his arguments now
inconsequential, quiets, seeks out his brothers
Peter and John go into the city
to seek a man carrying a water jar
A man who knows of a large upper room, already furnished
Judas, prompted by Satan, grows
restless
Ordinary men, already deeply
spiritual
Not knowing their feet would be washed by the promised Messiah
Not yet grasping the sacredness
of shared bread and wine
Not knowing they would argue over
who was the greatest
Not knowing one of them would
deny his Master
Not knowing Judas would betray their
Savior with a kiss
Not comprehending the magnitude
of their commission
Ordinary men coming face-to-face
with the Glory of God