Here in this room, there is
Quiet amid the busyness of the week
And we celebrate a meal that is
Over two thousand years old,
One that ties us to those who have
Gone before and to those in varied
Climates, locations and circumstances.
We are one with them as we
Reach out, reach up and
Reach in to our inner selves.
This ceremony transcends language
And class, time and place
And so we find celebration
And shared sorrow in the
Passage from Palm Sunday
To the Garden after this meal.
We move into the valley with him
Who created all,
Knowing that after three days,
After a terrible passage,
We find ourselves in another garden,
And find exultation again.
Through all this comes a sound,
Borne on the wind,
Remember. Remember. Remember.
April 15, 2017