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title: Maundy Thursday

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# Maundy Thursday
**by Jessica Cloud**

The girl sat in the middle of the field 
With the wind whipping her dark hair
She stared straight ahead holding out 
A handful of dandelions

She wore a crown of clover blossoms
And her countenance was carefree 
Her mother, many lengths away 
Rejoiced across the lawn 

She did not notice the others approaching
Her mother began running to her
Attempting to shield her from them
Her mother alone could see the enemies

Though bathed in light she would soon be
Overtaken by a cloud of garnet poison 
Issuing unseen from the orifices of all 
Those friendly folk

She ran and washed her treasure’s hands
As Jesus washed the feet of his disciples
In the middle of the muddy soccer field
She applied the stinging ointments

And even in her Ursa aspect
She felt as though she failed her star,
The beautiful child, for she wanted her 
To trust the world and hope
