maundy thursday: psalms 128-29.

you shall eat the fruit
of the labor of your hands

the Lord planted a garden
in the morning of creation

He pulled up all the rocks and thorns
and chased away the greedy birds

and He came to collect His harvest
one week in Jerusalem

the plowers plowed upon my back
they made long their furrows

He was winnowed and He was crushed
He was ground down and poured out

He passed through fire and darkness
to feed the ones He loved

and now death passes over us
and we are blessed


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