This little verse has been posted before. I repost it as it is relevant to a potent and meaningful ritual that takes place in Christian Churches at this time. It commemorates when Jesus Christ washed his disciples’ feet as a humble sign of giving one’s life in service of others.
FOOTPRINTS
Footfalls
On the floorboards
Padding
The path
Of pilgrims’ lives.
Each footprint
Bears an imprint
Unique to our world.
And yet
They come
From the same creator’s hand.
Feet were washed
Kissed and wiped
After the Master’s example and care.
Each bearer
As they placed their foot
They showed
The grounding of their stand.
Stand
Upon their generous service
Loving others as Christ has loved.
Can they see
Their gift
To their sisters and brothers
Is seen and noticed
Both here below
And above?
As we washed
Those pilgrim feet
A teary smile alights the face.
At this Assembly
On Holy Thursday
Three generations
Witnessed grace.
Grace
Flowing through
Water and towel
At the Saviour’s
Example and command.
Yet they know
Not just the ritual
For they live
The service somehow.
Simon C.J. Falk
Ariah Park,
Holy Thursday, 28 March 2013.
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