God's Creatures


What a night. What a dinner.

“Wash our feet? Heaven forbid,” I said.

But when Jesus declared it a necessity,

I begged to be washed complete.

“Drink My blood. Eat My flesh.”

What means those strange, solemn words from the Master?

“Do you still sleep? Come, let us go.

Judas Iscariot, what means this kiss?

Some of us follow, watch, and listen to

Proceedings beyond belief:

Lying witnesses, biased judges and weak Roman ruler.

Surely, we’ll soon awaken from this hideous nightmare.

And when some there had kindled a fire in the middle of the courtyard
and had sat down together, Peter sat down with them.
Luke 22:55

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