Thursday, March 24, 2016

Poem: “Maundy Thursday” By Alice Kennelly Roberts

The last meal which He ate with them,
The night before He died,
Was one which they would oft recall
When He was crucified.

                                    He talked with them and washed their feet;
                                    He gave them bread and wine,
                                    That in remembrance they might do
                                    The act which was divine.

“No servant greater than his Lord,”
“No love so great as this” –
The words of life preceding death
Betrayed by friendship’s kiss.

                                    So silver from Iscariot’s hand
                                    Has tinkled down the years;
                                    Man’s greed has hanged his guilty self

                                    And drowned his deeds in tears.