A Last Supper poem, in a time of social distancing

We remember a gathering, in person, of friends,
of more than ten; twelve plus one, to be sure.
They were there, those thirteen, at a banquet of joy,
a gathering, both holy, and pure.

These friends were so close, in so many ways,
for three years, in synch, with the Son.
Walking and talking, and pondering and laughing,
learning, together, as One.

These friends were so close, in so many ways,
they sat, side-by-side, a table did share,
Food and drink, clothes and bodies, all near,
hearts and minds, souls and spirits laid bare.

Christ knew a betrayer, of him, was near,
they fought over who that could be.
Christ knew a denier, of him, was there too,
not once, but thrice, did Peter decree.

They weren’t perfect, these twelve,
yet they cared, for the One,
in ways we relate to, today.

They weren’t perfect, these twelve,
yet they cared, for the One,
in ways we model, we pray.

While there, at the table, Christ took bread,
broke it, gave thanks, praises be:
It’s my body, given, for you, my friend;
Do this, for the remembrance, of me.

While there, at the table, he then took the cup,
gave thanks, giving drink, praises be:
This cup, is a covenant, in my blood
(and a new one, at that)
Do this, for the remembrance, of me.

For as often as you drink, this cup,
For as often as you eat, this bread,
You proclaim the Lord’s death, for all time,
‘til he comes, once again, in his stead.

The twelve listened, partook, remembered,
all that within Christ’s command.
They realized, eventually, the meaning,
and what would soon be at hand.

They repeated this meal, repeatedly,
a new ritual, it seems, had begun.
With new friends, new spaces, new vigor,
new ways, new cultures, new tongues.

It caught on so well, so often,
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It caught on so well, so often,
Millennia later, we remember it still.

We remember the gatherings, right here at Bethesda!
Of counts more than ten, to be sure.
We were here, in the hundreds, hearts overflowing,
in ways that could spiritually cure.

We friends were so close, in so many ways,
In-person for years, even decades were we.
Walking and talking, pondering and laughing,
Learning together, what it is, to simply be.

We friends were so close, in so many ways,
some by pew, some by chair, did we meet.
Food and drink, clothes and bodies, all near,
in distances, yep, less than six feet!

Like disciples, we friends, aren’t perfect, for sure,
at times we too, betray and deny.
But we gathered together, again and again.
To cheer a savior, hands held high.

So while we can’t gather, in person,
honoring one fully God, fully man.
We can come together, by virtual means,
doing the very best that we can.

We can:

Still pray,
Still preach,
Still sing,

Still text,
Still email,
Still ring.

Still give,
Still connect,
Still share,

Still comfort,
Still serve,
Still care.

We can still remember,
in the bread, and in the cup,
despite being physically apart.

For where two or more gather,
in Christ’s name,
be it here, be it there,
it is simply a matter, of heart.