Maundy ThursdayGlenn Peirson: physician, musician, poet | Glenn Peirson: physician, musician, poet
April 5, 2005: Maundy Thursday (February 8, 2009 and before) "This bread I break was once the oat" was once my Maundy Thursday was once my body before the break. "The great wonder," she writes, "is that the human cells of His flesh and bone didn't explode" and I wondered, that Thursday, as I observed the clear fluid trickling down the tubing into me, would those inhuman cells explode? "The onening …" she writes, "opened Him utterly to the pain of all minds, all bodies" the onening for me, of my cup of poison, my salvation, opening me to newness? Innocuous dripping, clear fluid with sinister intent, circumcision of non-self, cell by cell, breaking bread, oat by oat. Clear mix into plasma, red diffusion by necessary toxin, a vein of despondency, temporary brokenness letting health bleed forth. "This flesh you break, this blood you let Make desolation in the vein," he writes, the bread real, the wine feels ripe when spilled or rather split by human condition, mortal