NaPoWriMo - day two

maundy thursday

so many feet need washing.

so many strangers walking the edges

of what is reasonable,

waiting. hands extended,

offering their emptiness.

here comes the King.

i have been standing here

with an open purse,

begging for answers

that i might purchase

a new life. i travel from home

to home, house to house.

i recite the prayers. once,

seven times, fourteen.

let me bow here. and here.

and again.

                    once more

you invite me to the table.

there is bread here. and wine.

we may become friends –

close enough for wounding,

our sides touching,

a measured silence, weighty

gestures, considerations.

come. join me at this table.

but first, this sacrament.

if it is. scrubbing our conscience

clean. let us sing together this song.

this is my commandment:

that you love one another.