We ended our time of worship this evening for Maundy Thursday, following a remembrance of the Last Supper, with these words:

And so we are left here;
the table is empty.

Let us go with Jesus
to the garden
to hide among the olive trees
and wait.

O how waiting is hard tonight.
It is like that moment before the storm
when even the universe goes silent,
and the stars shrivel
and everything knows
something is about to happen.
And so we wait
because it is all we can do.

Behold!
Jesus’ betrayer,
stealing towards him.
The universe holds it’s breath,
the air stops moving,
the Saviour stands, head bowed
and soon it is begun.
The future unfolds its long shadows
and the clouds roll,
and God falls
to the sound
of a kiss.

(Words from Spill the Beans, painting by Arkhip Kuindzhi, 1901)

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