The Last Supper Poem by Don Nguyen

The last evening of His life,
All sweetness crystallized,
All tenderness condensed,
He gives His All to me, to you,
To the world till the end of time.
He prepares the solemn meal with all yearning.
The Food is His heart.
The Drink is His love.
The Invitation is His desire.
With all His love, girding His loin, He waits on us.
The divine Love deepens boundlessly only by scorns and rejections.
Oh, what Agony of the greatest Lover!
Pierce my heart, Lord, expose my soul;
I am crying for You…
I am crying with You...
What a cruel exchange for the delicacy of His Love!
May You not be alone to endure the divine Agony,
Yours become my suffering too.
I am pleading, Lord, for the Grace
Which You has bestowed upon this wretched sinner
To be given to all his brothers.
Choose them, dearest Lord, apply the same to their poor souls.
May I be loving enough to bring them to You,
With all of my feeble,
Only to bring a lasting smile to Your broken lips.
Lord, bless me to imitate you most solemnly
To live the life of the Servant.