On Holly Thursday, we remember
The Last Supper, the bread, the wine
The act of love, that we treasure
As we gather, in this holy shrine
The air is filled with solemn grace
As we kneel, to wash each other's feet
Humbled by this intimate embrace
We feel the warmth, of love so sweet
The cross is looming, in the distance
The shadows lengthen, as the day wears on
But we hold on, to our faith's persistence
In the hope, that our sins will be gone
On Holly Thursday, we contemplate
The sacrifice, that Christ had made
For us, who were lost, but now elate
With love, that cannot be swayed
Let us take a moment, to remember
The significance, of this sacred day
And in our hearts, let us endeavor
To follow Christ, in every way.
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To all readers who read this poem, May this sacred day bring you hope and peace, And may the spirit of Christ's love and sacrifice Guide you always, and never cease.
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Comments (3)
Amen. Blessings to you dear, thanks for this.
I feel an amen is needed here. Words to lift the spirit. Message received with thanks.
So well written and with such an incredible flow!