for the least of these

On Thursday at sunset

I was hungry

and you gave me

maror on matzah

I was thirsty

and you gave me

wine diminished by plague

On trial

I was estranged

by my own people

On the cross

I was naked

soul-sick weak

and you speared my side

In death

imprisoned

I visited you

but did you visit me?

If I plunder the grave

will you accuse

or embrace—

will you question me

as if love were a threat?

Weak, stripped stranger—

on trial, hungry and thirsty:

I did all this for love—

food you did not know I had

and still have,

drink that will never be finished.

…………………….

for the least of these

by troy cady