On His Knees
(The thoughts of Simon Peter as Jesus washes his
feet)
We left nets hanging
and a father alone
Not for this did we
leave so much
On his knees he looks
up at me- those eyes
Not my feet…never
rise up from such
a posture
We thought you a deliverer
not a slave to
wash dirt from feet
What kind of kingdom
is this where
towels are given
rather than chains
released?
I shall walk away from
such servitude
But your stare captures
me yet again
My words are dry in
my mouth as
as you say that
this is the way
What can change down there
on your knees?
Then you say that from there
you will be lifted up
But such lifting will
only bring you down
You hand me the wet towel
and bid me to kneel
“As I do..do likewise,”
and your soft smile
bathes my soiled
soul
So now…on my knees
I will again follow you
what kind of love
must this be?
Jody Seymour
Lent 2018
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