Pictorial blethers

By blethers

Maundy Thursday

The last supper. Christ washing the feet of his disciples: role reversal? Requiring trust? The betrayal in the darkness of evening. The prayer in the garden, with the sussuration of the night wind in the pale leaves of the olive trees; the drowsy disciples; the torches and the tramping feet and the kiss of a friend.

And then quietness again, as the drama moves to a hastily-convened trial in the city and darkness envelops the world.

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