in the dirt he knelt
the servant of all
prepared to wash unwilling souls
no pride
no false humility
just love
what is it about being washed
that is so scary?
what is it about washing that is so
demeaning?
that we should sit in frozen pride
and hide our feet
let us scrabble in the dust
washing
and being washed
let us be real and earthy
I have no illusions about ending up white as snow
just truly alive
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