I attended a “Maundy Thursday” communion service last night. As we passed bread to one another, I thought first of community – of sharing meals and love and life with this group of people I’ve been set in – and I was grateful. So grateful. And then I thought of the sacrificial love that was symbolized in our sharing of bread and wine, and I was overwhelmed.
Aside from tears (yes, I can be a total soggy sap), the only way I know to deal with overwhelming emotion is putting pen to paper. And thus, my #poetrymonth day 18 poem was born: No Greater Love (a “tanka” poem).
Joy and peace to you all…