Hearing a New Commandment
Bread and wine
For body
Wind for spirit
Earth
For creation
These show the nature of
The Lord
In closest metaphors
Like mustard seeds
For faith
And there are other metaphors
For appreciation
And
For learning
But these are things we have
And may know
Easily
Even rather thoroughly
That any might believe in
What they represent
And so
Have faith
In the intimate way
The better things are and have
Been made
Bread
Wine
Wind
Earth
Learn
Believe
Love
Live
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for Maundy Thursday
John 13:34-35 (and in Matthew 22)
Matthew 11:15, 13:9
Photo by Assad Tanoli on Unsplash
Mandatum Thursday
(in four parts)
Love-In
A new command
Not with
Exception
For a new campaign
In a self-serving
Brutal world
Plutarchy
Oligarchy
And other -archys ruling
Into strategic sets of rules
That will not stave off
Slaughter
And
Diaspora
When the time comes
For these
With the destruction of the temple
Made of stone
While the prophecies
We have
Seem to outpace
Themselves
But this temple
And each temple here
For bodies
In which the spirit of the Lord
Shall dwell
And dwells now
Without the naming
Of the flames
In scores of days
We are gathered
And I give you orders
That you
Not rule the world
But that
You love each other
There
That’s it
We’ve had our meal together
Soon one of you will leave
Then more of us
To pray
Inside a garden
While the plots unwind themselves
At last
And the tragedies
Play out
And you are scattered as a force
Then return
To each other
And your families
And friends
For where else
And to whom else
Shall you go
My having gone away
As I predicted
To you
More than once
Yes
Peter
I mean you
Though you will come with me
In an ersatz fashion
For a while
Longer
And to all of you
I say
As a new commandment
Though it is not one of the ten
Per se
And yet the reason for all these
And hardly new
But newly given you
Especially due to
The days
We live in
Now
Before the last
Yes
Love God
And each other
Love me
Please
As I love you
And the rest
Though we might fall away
Will work
Will
Last
Until we know each other
Even better
After
The coming hours
And
Days
Word to the Wise
You’d think
He would have told us
Something else
Something useful
For our lives
And for the plans
We made
Together
You’d think
He’d have a strategy
After that
Triumph in the city
While keeping the Sanhedrin
On the ropes
And even the Romans
Are guessing
Who we are
And what we want
When we say
It’s not sedition
But
Respect
For everyone
Lifting up the child
Rescuing the woman
Even speaking with the women
About doctrine
We argued
About who is first
When
Of course
We knew
We were fighting for lieutenants
And seating places
Close to him
And then
He put us in our places
Acknowledging
Our equanimity
And status
Being equals
Meaning
Of course
We all are generals
In the new campaign
To rise
And to negotiate
From strength
With all the powers
Of the world
The forces in the city
Everything that waits
As armies
Just outside the gates
Or training
In the countryside
Shall come to us
While we march out
And up
To take the land
And everything God made
And all that he commanded
Of people
And the water
And all the Earth
That
We shall share
Of course
In equal parts
Something like a legion
Under each of us
Of fighters
Who shall never tire
For being right
At last
Having the perfect leadership
At last
And then
He gives us orders
After supper
Calling us to love
Demanding it
In fact
And what kind
Of armoring
Is that
Gardening
Here I am
They do not understand
They are tired
They rest
They sleep
I can’t blame them
In a worldly way
Even though
I need them
Wakefully
And ready
For what’s next
And what’s next
But
Violence
And shame
Torn clothing
And spilled blood
From the slicing
Of my flesh
And the final
Ignominy
Death
In that terrible
Criminal
Way
And must I go
Could not we stay
And
Talk
And I could have some wine
Sweet for sustenance
Rather than gall
That shall only help
My breath
To leave my body
After
It’s perched
Upon that hill
That shall split
And show the maw of hell
Beneath
Dear God
Keep me from this
Keep me
From that
We know you can do it
There must be
Another way
Why must all end
In bitterness
The dust of death
Only a tomb
At most
And not this kindly place
To rest
But
You are God
You are commander
You are parent
You are friend
You are me
And with the other
Helping
We three must manage
All the hours
To come
They’re even on the way
Because now is the end
Of this hour
For me to ask
And you refuse
And we go on
Toward the thing
The human part of us
Has not experienced
Not emptied
Of ourselves
The last surprise
And awful
Time to go down
As they are here
With the glee of hell
Behind them
Malchus
There had to be
One final act of healing
Since all
Malchus was doing
Was to obey
An earthly master
Not having met him earlier
For all
He might have heard
And then to bleed
Because of that
Disciple
Of the lord of miracles
And teaching
So healing at last
One final
Astonishment
Before the world closes over
And he is away
Certainly by orders
Strategy
Of lies
Never to return to us
On the Earth
We know
Again
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Two Children
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Holy Thursday
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Maundy Thursday
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Good Thursday
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Nice Thursday for the church
If we leave off
The arrest in the garden,
Which sounds ingenuous
But the day
Liturgically
Is named for the supper only
And what happened there:
What was said,
Mainly
The command
x
And did they know
By the way
That supper was the
Last?
And looking back
Would the disciples
Want
To have called it
That?
Or did we need a name
And gave it
That one?
(names come after things,
I guess
for history
and liturgy
and calendars)
x
Here’s how it used to go:
We’d have a dinner
At the church
Downstairs
Then go upstairs
(from the social hall)
To the sanctuary above
And we’d have church,
Which is to say
A service
x
And there would be Communion
And we’d conclude the service
There
And it was nice
x
Sorry, it was nice
x
Jesus and his friends
For that what’s Maundy’s
All about,
A lazy term
For the Latin mandatum
Meaning command
For Jesus gave them orders
All the followers
That they should love
One another
x
That a few ages later
We should love each other
x
Good Friday
(good?)
Will
(for a fact)
Be awful,
And in between
The supper and the arrest
Admittedly
Is his time in the garden
Where disciples will betray him,
First two
And then the third
Follower
Who left the supper early
x
While Christ on his own
More than he wished
Asked of the cup
Not filled with wine from the meal
But of the bitterness
Of mortal destiny
Should pass by
As a deadly metaphor
For will
x
And then acceptance
And it’s really rather beautiful
As it is tragic
And then horrible
With an arrest
And all the dreadful
Words and acts
To follow
x
So we should keep the garden
Time
Somewhere in between
The meal
And arrest,
Maybe a kind of vigil thing
x
For the church meal before
And then Communion,
Well,
Was wonderful,
First roast beef
(typically and, yes, like the toe)
And then upstairs
Where we hardly ever
Had church for all of us
At night,
Waiting now
In fact
‘Til Christmas Eve—naturally,
A good association
x
And here’s Good Thursday,
Maundy Thursday when
We are told
By the child of God
To love each other
x
Though I’m thinking now
There are too many things
Too many good and bad things
To come together
Making sense
Out of a calendar
And faith
x
And yet
Bethlehem’s
Christmas child
And the child that is placed
Among them
x
And something about
Leadership
And children
x
And then
All children
Must and should grow up,
After all
x
So there
x
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Matthew 18:2-4, Isaiah 11:6
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Photo by David Weber on Unsplash
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Passion Thursday
(Maundy Thursday)
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1
I am poor
I would love to be invited
To supper with Jesus
Because I’m hungry
And sometimes I am afraid
For food
I’m sorry
I want to hear the story
But all I can hear
Is on the inside, now
Maybe afterward
Or during
It’s rotten evangelism,
I guess,
On my part
Wanting the real food, first
Yes, there is a question
Of what’s real,
I’m certain
But feed with food, please,
First
Then I shall listen
To anything
Especially the truth
Sorry for the truth in
A yowling stomach,
In an actual meal
x
2
Who knows where they were
Or how many
What they ate,
If it was a meal of tradition
Or what was at hand
The way a meal is sometimes,
Checking our cupboards
And the refrigerator
Looking at the oven
Being hopeful
(hopeful people
hopeful oven)
x
Was Mary there?
Were any of the Marys there?
Not to serve but to take part
In equal parts
With the rest?
x
And why did Jesus call it new?
A new commandment
That was ancient,
Love one another
Exodus and Deuteronomy
Along with whose house
Shall we serve
And how
x
What might be new
To me
Was to call them friends
Upgrade from disciples
Friends
A loving term
x
Maybe the love of God
Between people and God
Was renewed
There was a person saying
You can know this God this way
You don’t have to wait
For the appointed time
The proper time
Is now
Kairos
Along with chronos
Love God anytime
As if at table with you
All of you
Any of you
x
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Photo by Hennie Stander on Unsplash
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In Antioch
x
I walked by the campus
A few times
While visiting
In Yellow Springs
x
I didn’t belong there
Though I wish I could:
A progressive place,
Sometimes angry
Famously
But with tradition
And understanding
Of good doctrine
x
I’d like the hope
Of being there
In this week my sect
Calls holy
On a dark day
‘Cause the sun has gone away
x
In Antioch,
They were first called Christians
Rather than followers
Of the Way
x
The Way might have been
Better,
Less restrictive,
More inviting
x
Not a club but a direction,
Not a t-shirt
But sandals and a walking stick
For all the deserts
Whose borders
We might come upon
x
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Actions of the Apostles 11:26 (Christian New Testament)
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Antioch College, Yellow Springs, Ohio (USA)
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By Bernard Gagnon – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12045971
Ancient Roman road located in Syria which connected Antioch and Chalcis.
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Vigiling
I remember Maundy Thursday
As a loving day
Maybe we knew Good Friday’s coming
It’s a homely name, Maundy
I like it
I liked the quiet, burnished time in church
When had communion after dinner
In my home-like church
That was long ago, and there have been
Hard days since
Even then there were some challenges
I rose and fell
And tried to rise again
Isn’t this the life we have?
Maundy means mandatum
(sorry, teacher talks)
That is command
Because Christ gives to followers
Not a suggestion
A good idea in the feedback box
But a directive
Love one another
And I call you friends
Not bad for a Thursday
Looking toward an empty Saturday
Knowing that hope
And hopelessness must be comingled
For a time
The warmth on one day
The cold of a void the next
There might be triumph
Most would take
Small victory for more days of good life
And peaceful living
And why not
We follow as we will
Into the garden
Up the hill
To split places in the world
Underneath, as if to die
Hoping to awake
In a quiet place again
Leaving something like
A hibernation
Toward a meal with family
And our forever friends
Anathema
Catharsis
If we must have both
Well, that frightens me
Maybe you are more stalwart
I’d respect that, I’m sure
But for those of us
Even a little part part-rabbit
We treasure stillness
But the moving kind
That assures us there is day
To follow night
And a life in the light that’s good
It will happen
It might be hard at first
Maybe we fight, maybe we endure
But three days follow Thursday
Then we’ll know
We’ll know again
And for the first time
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Sergio de Castro, detail of Jonah window for the Collegiate of Romont (Switzerland).
(image) Dominique Souse – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=38701105
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