Holy Thursday
Christ reaches out,
made flesh through human kindness.
‘This is my body’ –
these broken bodies,
these damaged lives.
‘This is my body’
these simple gestures of humble service.
‘This is my body’ –
bread of compassion,
broken for you,
cup of hospitality offered to you.
‘Do this in memory of me’,
and never forget,
I have no hands but yours,
no eyes or ears,
no loving heart on earth but yours.
Wherever two or three are gathered
in my name,
I am there.
G. Simmonds