these ordinary words

Hewn from a tree

To the curve of the foot

Or simply endure 

Itself a stone, a hard place

To be in the presence of God

As he dips the bread into wine

Supper of blood and agony

Last…

Supper

Day

Glimpse…

Of who we will be 

The first and the last

The last shall be

First.

First you must know

The beautiful feat of God.