The Upper Room

“What I am doing, you do not understand now, but in a little while you will understand” 

Only Jesus knew This would be their last time together.
The last supper they would share around the same table.
The last time He would see their faces, hear their voices.
The last chance to draw His friends close to pray, And to hear the last words He would say. 

He wanted to leave them with one final memory
A way they could touch Him, remember Him, feel Him,
Something they could cling to in the hard days ahead
A piece of Himself to hold onto,
So, He took the bread.
And He blessed it
And He broke it
And He gave it to them.

They had seen Him do this before,
Standing, strangely, among 5000 people
Holding five loaves and two fish.

And they remembered,
There was more than enough.

They remembered,
Every person was fed.

Because, He took the bread

And He blessed it
And He broke it
And He gave it to them.

And they remembered,
That before it was given,
It had to be broken.

That this bread, torn to pieces,
Had fed hungry masses.

And that, in the breaking, the feast multiplied.
So, in the giving, they were all satisfied.