Seder

As servant of my Lord,
May I wash your feet?

I dip the bitter herb of sin
Into salty tears
Of regret
Of shame.

I taste sweet charoset
Of fruit
Of joys
Of blessings given.

Unleavened bread -
Your body
Bread from heaven,
Manna -
Is dipped in pungent spices
Of hate
Of curses
Of betrayal.

Forgiving wine,
Your blood,
Prepares a place for me
In Heaven -
Home
Jerusalem,
Where loved ones abide,
And wait.