Pesach

Thursday night: Pesach (revised 2009)
A poem for Maundy Thursday evening

A meal, friends dining with history,
shaping the future in bread and wine.
This menu of prophecy and proclamation
leaps from commemoration’s stale impotency.
The hidden bread put away at Passover,
revealed, in word
as the Word waits
for accusation, condemnation,
shattered skin,
and the staggered path
to the weak darkness of death.

A meal, friends dining on living bread,
the table laden with hopes and fears
a journey towards Omega
as Alpha anticipates oblivion’s
futile final curse.
The moon listens
to His evening prayer
but the sun will refuse to watch
and the curtain will disclose
the heart of man
to the mind of God.