After the Supper (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the supper, after the Seder the words forever changed after the supper the sharing of the bread the cup, ...
After the supper, after the Seder the words forever changed after the supper the sharing of the bread the cup, ...
We are the feet the followers of Jesus the feet on the mountain bringing the message of God Sharing our ...
Watching Christ sitting at the table speaking words unlike the others always the same before Hushed, in that moment the ...
The words he spoke dripping the room, the elements, the words all of this laden with meaning as we sat ...
Listening only to my breathing my throbbing heartbeat my headache growing, pounding as I ate of the bread he broke ...
The pillars of the people the disciples at the beginning the twelve gathered with him to celebrate the Passover feast ...
Like the twelve around the table the Seder meal, the Passover the lamb of God, changing the words making a ...
The new words of Christ around the Passover table the Seder, ancient words to the rite of the people Commanded ...
We are standing on the mountain following in his footsteps on the path our savior took while he walked upon ...
Something different radically new in the words of the Seder spoken by the Christ The bread and the wine no ...
Not fleeing from the Pharaoh roasting the lamb whole blood on the doorframes the birth of our people sitting around ...
Unlike all that had come before generation after generation the telling of the exodus the saving of the Lord the ...
In our calling, in his rising in his ascending to heaven our brother the Christ to sit upon his throne ...
More than we can truly understand that there is no price for his love God freely giving all that I ...
Christ, more than a gracious host, in the symbolism poured out in the breaking of the bread the lifting up ...
The host, a servant the king, our sacrifice shedding his blood his life for all of us Marking our hearts ...
Like those around that table each time we approach the rail for the holy communion no longer servants, calling us ...
The blood of the lamb on the lintels, the doorposts the gates of our hearts washing us clean Remembering the ...
The bill, our cost the price of our sin never coming to our table Christ paid it all himself because ...
Though he stooped down washing their feet as a servant though they would betray him, deny that they knew him ...
Not with the blood of animal sacrifice not written on the lintels, on the doorposts on the frames of the ...
God providing, feeding us out of the bondage the slavery of the world, of our sin in the meal shared ...
All of their history following the ancient ritual the words of the deliverance of God and Egypt of their escape ...
In the rote of the ritual the centuries of tradition following the words of the story long ago The story ...
So much meaning, dripping irony in this moment the retelling of the story the ancient words of the Seder of ...
The story of the world changed forever by the events of his last day the day the lamb of God ...
Marking their homes the blood of the lamb marking them, children of God marking their hearts with the blood of ...
The blood of the sacrifice the blood of the lamb repainting the doorposts our hearts, another coat layer upon layer ...
Enemies gathering in the city stiff-necked people of God unable to see who stood in the land, offering hope to ...
A last meal with them the master and the disciples gathered around the Passover table sharing in the Seder Words ...
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