John 13:1-17

Maundy Thursday

Deborah Beach Giordano
© April 2, 2010

The meal
of remembrance,
the prayers
of thanksgiving,
the wine
of celebration …

the man
at the head of the table
arising
folding his napkin
and setting it aside –
starkly white
against the
blood-red cushions,

removing
his outer garment,
revealing
his servant’s heart,
his abiding love
and deep concern
for those
he would be leaving.

Water
pouring out;
blessings
running through
his fingers
like tears,
washing away
all traces
of sin and suffering.

What you do
to others
returns to you;
to give
is to receive;
to bless
is to be healed;
to forgive
is to be forgiven.

Resistance,
confusion,
blank looks,
embarrassed grins;
disciples
with damp feet,
devoid
of understanding.

Not one
of them
offered
to wash
His feet.

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