Maundy Thursday
When my spirit languishes within me,
you know my path;
in the way wherein I walk
they have hidden a trap for me
Psalm 142:3
a gathering
after shouts of triumph
and stones that sing
a meal with friends
becomes a sacrament
of tender care
and human kindness
Followed by human frailty
betrayal and denial
becoming a lament
narrating the failure of friends
the malice of the crowd
the triumph of enemies
a gathering
a night
