In the Dirt

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