NaPoWriMo 2025 - day seventeen

We have so many commandments
already. Make your lists.
Choose your favourites. Certainly,
no killing. No stealing.
Let people keep the things they love,
lest there be fire and thunder.
Lest there be earthquakes.
 
We were always bound to fail.
How to say sorry; how to bend our shame.
Let me shave my head.
Let me shave my beard.
Let me come before you
naked and afraid, or
simply face to face.
 
Let us wear white robes,
impractical as they may be.
We’ve been called to a feast:
bread and wine, oil and lamb.
Wash your feet and sit beside me.
Tell me the old stories.
Peel back the layers
and open up my ears.
My cheek on your chest.
My hand in your hand.
Only the one command.