The Last Meal

They came together, anxious and unsure
of Him, who stood in darkness and decided
to go and leave them, in his aim to cure
his fear of death. For death he had provided.
A well known loneliness came to invade-
a search for stillness without company.
He walked the gardens of Gethsemane,
and saw his people fleeing by the gate.

He asked them in for a last meal. He broke
the bread with shaky hands, he took
the chalice and its dark red liquid shook
and spilled as blood the moment, when he spoke.
His words, they flew like birds above his men,
around the table and then fluttered on
in search for a way out. Yet He again
was standing firm and had already won.