it was with washed feet

that he left the table,

served, humbly,

loved completely,

he left the table,

left the table,

his friends,

his friend,

his teacher,

but, perhaps,

most notably himself,

he could have returned,

come to himself as the

lost one had in that parable,

woken up, smelt the roses,

seen the truth…

he could have…


I could have….


It was with washed feet

that he left the table,

a plan formed,

a desire stirring,

betrayal of his friend,

his teacher,

his accept-er and healer,

and so he walked away

from washed feet,

into the dust and grime

of the night,

neither turning, nor returning

he could have come to himself….

woken up, smelt the roses seen the truth…

it was with washed feet that he left the table…

he could have tunred


come to himself,

he could have…..


I could…..


About Sally C

How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons). I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway. I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off! I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
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