April 2019 Writing

The child with no shoes
The homeless unwashed feet
The throbbing old person’s toes.

But
The child laughs
The homeless has a heart
The old man lived.

God
Pours purity into the child
Washes the homeless clean
Restores the elderly frail.

With
The blessings from Heaven
Caring
Loving humanity
The scent of heavenly eternity.

From
The never dry well
Spiritually blessed water
And God given love.

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Two rows as if in processing
Waiting for washing by the man who is God
Grey skies, pattering rain, spring clouds
Whisking outside in the cold as Passover approaches

A meal; lamb, wine, olives, flatbread, water and wine
Feet sweating for washing
Hands dipping bread in oil,
Jesus their servant caressing
The lumps and bumps of life.
While that sunset for Him
Draws into night and one last day.

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In the knowledge of death through betrayal
Jesus washed their feet and they were clean.
Such humility in his action, love and friendship in one simple act
He cleansed them to keep their Spirit whole.
Knowing his fate.
Cleanse my soul Lord
Refresh my feet to walk with you.

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Water contained in a bowl.
What use have I?
No servant to pour for me.
Towel ready to dry me.
What shall I do?

Feet hot and sticky,
Where is the servant?
Disciples are waiting.
Where can he be?

Water all ready.
Jesus hands so steady,
How can this be?

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