A place to share my little poems, haiku, tanka, than bauk, 24 Syllable, etc |
| #4 In an upper room, twelve gather at His table. He washes their feet then breaks bread and shares a cup and asks to be remembered. One will be His rock upon which He will build His church. One will turn his back, choose coin over faithfulness. Our Lord betrayed by a kiss. ~~~jvg Notes ▶︎ |