Poetry from the soul.
The dust from the day,
calloused and worn.
Worries embedded
like flesh with a thorn.
A basin, a towel,
a pitcher of water.
A lesson on how
to love one another.
The last foot washed.
He gently dries.
Then with love looks up
into Judas' eyes.
The Center A place to belong, where the heart rest and speaks its words. A place to know the me that I am naked and ...
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