Two chairs. Two plates. Two cups.
A private table in a private room. No noise, no flowers.
Just a simple white cloth to cover.
No candles, no violins.
Just bread and drink.
He beckons. The table is laid.
"For you." He gives a piece of bread.
"For you." He gives a cup with drink.
"Take and eat; take and drink. The meal was made
For you."
He lifts the bread.
The price has been paid
He lifts the cup.
His life He poured out.
"Remember Me. I did it
For you."
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