While they were eating, Jesus took a loaf of bread, and after blessing it he broke it, gave it to the disciples, and said, “Take, eat; this is my body.” Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you; for this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will never again drink of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.”
When they had sung the hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives. Then Jesus said to them, “You will all become deserters because of me this night; for it is written,
‘I will strike the shepherd,
and the sheep of the flock will be scattered.’
But after I am raised up, I will go ahead of you to Galilee.” Peter said to him, “Though all become deserters because of you, I will never desert you.” Jesus said to him, “Truly I tell you, this very night, before the cock crows, you will deny me three times.” Peter said to him, “Even though I must die with you, I will not deny you.” And so said all the disciples. Matthew 26:26-35
No one likes to consider giving up
letting go, turning away, poured out
spent for the life of other people
we all imagine ourselves be conquerors.
Lost and change constantly surround us
like waves continuous and unpredictable
life defined by adaptation and innovation
days defined by loving the present only.
We want to be heroes of our own devising
cringe when we need help to cross over
small little diversions confuse us
we ache to return to a home long gone.
We are poured out daily and remade
shaped anew by loving hands pulling
gently stretching us ever upward
tenderly molding nearer to the earth.