WASHING FEET
THE WATER WHICH
GLISTENED ON HIS HANDS
HE USED TO SCRAPE THE
GRIME FROM THEIR FEET
THE SMELL OF FISH WAS
STRONG
ALONG WITH THE
DETRITUS OF THE STREET
THE DUST AND SWEAT
SOME GIGGLED
SOME THOUGHT
WHAT’S HE DOING NOW
SIMON AS USUAL
HAD HIS FOOT IN HIS
MOUTH
IT TASTED TERRIBLE
LATER THEY WOULD
DISCOVER
THAT WHAT HE DID
WAS OFTEN LOVE
LETTERS
FOR THE FUTURE
THERE WOULD BE AHA
MOMENTS
WHEN HIS MEANING
WOULD COME CLEAR
THEIR GREATEST GIFT
TO JESUS
AT THIS TIME
THOUGH THEY OFTEN
MISUNDERSTOOD
OR DIDN’T HAVE A CLUE
THEY STUCK WITH HIM
HUMAN FRAILTY
RUNNING THROUGH THEM
FEAR AND KNEE’S KNOCKING
THEY STUCK WITH HIM
WHEN ALL ELSE WAS
TAKEN FROM HIM
HE HAD HIS MOTHER’S
LOVE
AND HIS FRIENDS
FRANK A VOLLMER
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