A reflection on John 13.3-16
Washing
Judas’ feet
Beneath my damp hands
are your ordinary feet
much like the feet of my other
weary and wary friends.
The skin is rough,
with tiny cuts from stones still healing.
The heels are cracked.
The toes have dirt in the nails
just like my feet …
But soon …
too soon
these feet will carry you
along the path of betrayal
along the path which will
bring me to my death,
bring my feet to nailing.
You wanted something from me
I could not give.
You wanted violence and overthrow,
power expressed through battle and bloodshed.
There will be violence,
but I will absorb it as I bleed,
take with me in my dying
the power you craved
…
Love - which is my
Essence -
will
prevail.
Resurrection waits
‘neath Abba’s wings
-
and my feet shall spring to
dancing. 
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