Evening and darkness have come: it is night.
	The table is set, the candles alight.
Into the blackness I run and I dance,
	I drive it away with fiery lance,	
Flaming in shadows, slowly advancing,
	Shaming the sunlight, in zigzagged prancing.
Flickering orange, copper and golden,
	Glinting on goblets, beaten and olden,
Yellow on amber I wander and glow,
	Banishing darkness wherever I go.
We stand at the table, my brothers and I,
	Shedding our dark-killing light from on high.
Here at my side, the unleavened bread 
	Waits to be taken, waits to be shared.
The wine in the goblet, rich and deep red,
	The blood of my master, soon to be bled.
Slowly he washes the feet of his friends:
	Is it all finished, is this how it ends?
They question him slowly, “Shall it be I?”
	He answers to one: “Tis you shalt deny.”
And yet he forgives him, for such is his love.
	The love from the Father, the love from above.
“Here is my gift to remember me by,”
	He says to the knowing that soon he must die.
“This gift is my blood, soon poured out for thee,	
	My blood and my life, so you may be free.”
He passes the wine and shares out the bread,
	Forewarning his body and blood will be shed.

                                       1975

	And when the time came,
	He sat down with his disciples,
	And he said to them, “Often have I longed		
	To share this paschal meal with you before my passion.
	I tell you, I shall not eat it again,
	Till it finds its fulfilment in the Kingdom of God.”
	And then he took the cup, and blessed it,
	And said, “Take this and share it among you.
	I tell you I shall not drink
	Of the fruit of the vine again,
	Till the Kingdom of God has come.”
	Then he took the bread, and blessed and broke it,
	And gave it to them saying “This is my body,
	Given up for you; Do this in memory of me.”
	And so with the cup, when supper was ended, 
	“This cup,” he said, “is the new testament
	In my blood, which is shed for you.”
					Luke 22:14-20