He had always loved those who were his.
But now he showed how perfect his love was.
We wonder what the truth is.
What is the first cause.

The mass today seemed fairly ordinary.
Then at the end we went to the altar of repose.
Suddenly I seemed to see a new glory.
Here was poetry , no longer prose.

The chapel was very small.
I was kneeling right next to the priest.
Here in silence at last we can feel the call.
Like  rich and  rising yeast.

We all left the church silently.
Pondering , thinking  reverently.

……

His love was perfect
Showed to all his disciples
And also to us

……..

See John 13 : 1-15