On Maundy Thursday...
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On Maundy Thursday, the altar is stripped,
And the Tabernacle is emptied.
The Eucharist is then put in a place
Of repose, adorned with flowers of grace.
It's a focus, for the aspirations,
Of the faithful: where time-honoured notions
Complement pressing modern dilemmas;
Where hope, glows for perennial sinners,
In the candle flames. Despite the prolonged
Darkness of this wanton world, it won't be long
Before the resurrection of a greater Light,
That is still buried under earth. This night
We remember the Agony in the Garden,
And the sacrifice of the eternal,
In human form. We are reborn in Him:
The Suffering Servant, who has no sin.
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