In preparation for Easter this year, I have spent some time immersing myself in some of the events of Maundy Thursday, and here is my first attempt at a sonnet. Easter’s joy is all the more poignant having entered the darkness proceeding it.
Maundy Thursday
How can my master be my servant too?
Stooping, untying sandals caked with grime,
In tender strength his hands my feet renew,
His garment white is soiled in drying mine,
With laughter, celebrations fill the air,
Punctuated by sombre lifted cup,
Imbued new meaning to salvation share,
Away stole stealthy satan covered up,
He breaks, dividing bread the mystery,
Off’ring redemption’s sacrifice for all,
Into the darkness, hymns from slavery,
Up mount we climb in silence of nightfall,
Shall I my master all in this deny?
The rest may go, but surely Lord, not I!
© Jonathan Bryan
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You take words and arrange them with such insight…
– Wonderful!
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How beautiful and how true. Thank you.
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Keep going.
Moments of inspiration come
Love is key
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I used to fly but my eyes were not good enough.. So I fly in my dreams.
Much love
Jonathan
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Thank you Jonathan for your words. They say so much about Jesus and our hopeful, but also sinful, humanity.
Have you ever thought of collaborating with someone to add music? I think good music transports words deep into our souls.
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