I see a man sharing bread and wine. He talks about life and hope and betrayal.
They all look worried. “Is it I".
And the answer in them all is “yes". I can see it in their eyes.
Just as I see the recognition, acceptance and forgiveness in his.
I see the bread, broken and in pieces.
I see the wine, red as blood.
I see one leave and go to his act of betrayal.
And I see that even when somebody sets out to betray the Kingdom, the Kingdom comes.