Last Supper Poems - Poems about Last Supper

This is the day We break the bread Cup full of wine To numb the head This is the day When truth reveals The veil of lies A mind conceals This is the day We knew would be That thorny cap Of destiny Awaits the king Of hearts and minds Releasing all the Chain that binds This is the day A final feast Then walk to face The mighty beast A farewell toast A hug...

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My house is always full of laughter, Never quiet, only bursting from the noise, There's not a single day, ever the same, Bringing up my three, wild, yet wonderful boys. But when it comes to bedtime, A never-ending battle to get done, For once I wish they'd realise, That it's not the time for fun. Constantly winding each other up, Only ending when one...

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Our candle refuses to consume the night, it lit only to paint our shadows on the round mud walls We were splattered greys of thin paint, mounted bold and unbowing, guarding our supper like the ancient gods you read about but never pray to. In the round mud house, my first supper was no event unprecedented, my mother gave me a...

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LAST SUPPER Why should I join your table! Why should I intoxicate myself with, Your costly wine you flaunt with false splendor, But in it you slip a dose of lethal laughing toxins? One would laugh and laud your generous tenacity! Yet, with that fake giggle, In the sunken gleaming eyes of a snake, You seethe inside! We were a number but, the undertaker...

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Jesus made the announcement that caused bewilderment and shock. His disciples took time to accept his words and take stock. He announced that by one of them He would be betrayed. Surprise fell over, the last supper where the table was laid. Judas leaned behind Peter, putting his hand on John. Leonardo Di Vinci allowed Judas to be prominent there...

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We monthly meet To pray and eat Once children, small Now several feet Some rich, some poor It matters not Irrelevance of What we've got In worldly stuff Our wealth not mired My comrade content Is love inspired At table share Our lives in full Our seasons vibrant Sometimes just dull To glasses raise These humans dear My heart is full So glad you're here As life unfolds Both up and down This friendship king Has...

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Just giving thanks Unto what God has done through Christ The pure unleavened bread With no yeast from the pharisies The true word that gives life Given as the true manna to partake And blood poured out to bring forth new covenant That one might be birthed into the kingdom of God This world did not kill the King of Jews But the...

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Rumination. Too long an elongation Oblivion Too easy a high five to see in freedom, in scope of Pentagon The eternal fire, chest of drawer and homeland security Almost a climax toward Bermuda triangle A selfless supplication in the third act Without writing how will you find meaning too , through abstraction? I am an assonance To odd a pain In revision of torn...

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Darkness has pressed up against our lattice windows. Classes start again in the morning. I’m being reabsorbed by college life. I’m a planner. I’ve been going over my syllabuses, repacking my bookbag, charging my power banks, checking and rechecking the assignments due tomorrow. After watching me prep for hours, Peter said, “You’re not going to...

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I've called you here to break with me this bread, to drink sweet wine and eat of peppered cod None here a servant, each a friend, instead Find on this board the boundless love of God Come! Sit beside me now and eat thy fill, while I wash from thy feet the earth you've trod Though most here are intended...

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I The Last Supper and Intimacy with Jesus His humility in foot-washing, even of Judas The Pope still does that for ordinary 12 Like communion for other few Protestants But largely ignored for Friday and Sunday What and why, Thursday as "Maundy"? II Maundy as in Commandment, from the LORD As he set the example, before His arrest Betrayed by Judas and my sins (John...

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His disciples dined on fishes As Jesus heard all their wishes The die was cast Judas was last And had to do all the dishes...

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She was careful to not speak too much As everything she said was wrong Her playful fun side was absent at supper Her friends thought she might be sick Not realizing she was being groomed A plaything of a seasoned sociopath She was secretive about her new guy They knew she must have one though She was not drinking today. Pregnant? They guessed. She...

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Wine is the mother of all Bread is the son who made all Wine leaks through the gigantic wall Bread makes that very loud call This is my body and blood The bread is the kind waker Yet is the one who is slayed It was before the baker Despite the bread being baked This is my body and blood Wine quenches the...

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apostles gather their last supper together judas hangs his head...

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