Lord, the sun sets
on this Holy Thursday,
as the Last Supper
is finished and Jesus
moves to the garden
for prayer and tears
and perhaps one last
conversation with the Father.
The sun sets and Jesus
is in the garden
and so, before I leave church
this night, I take a walk
through our garden
and see that somehow,
though it’s still March,
the magnolia is blooming,
a small fragile bloom, yes,
but open and bending
against the wind
and toward the setting sun.
The sun sets tonight,
and as the darkness
creeps in from the east,
the magnolia sits,
an early reminder,
that life persists
even when the world goes dark.
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