Holy Week Thoughts

 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