Sunday, June 28, 2020

The First Eucharist

They gather round Him, Jesus breaks the bread,
They kneel, they close their eyes, they bow their heads
In reverent silence. Do they understand
The meaning of this meal? Does His command
Do this in memory of me make sense
To these imperfect men whose innocence,
The lack of knowledge is profound? The one
Who’s hiding in the shadows, almost gone,
Clutching a bag of coins that burns his hand —
Perhaps he is the one who understands,
Who feels it most. The others, old and young—
When Jesus quietly says, “Extend your tongue,”—
What do they know, but deep unwavering trust,
A firmly held conviction that they must
Obey His will? They ponder not, instead
Like little children one by one they’re fed
With simple food that purges souls of strife —
The bread that tastes like rain, like snow, like life.

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Image credit: The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci, public domain


  1. Wow! amazing!! this line 'The lack of knowledge is profound' and again, the ending. so strong and tender.