"to a foot..."

"To a Foot"
Take me to your fen of soft soles,
To your hollows,
To your light, cool chambered sky,
To your half-open door,
To the place where you sleep.
Tell me, foot,
What do you dream?
What is your secret,
Your hidden treasure,
That you carry through the day and the night?
Tell me, foot, what do you seek?
What do you find?
Maundy Thursday – a dinner, a teaching of the importance of remembering, an act of humility as an example of a servant.
All these things happen in the moments before life drastically changes for this small group of faithful. Feet were washed during this gathering—feet that have traveled miles through villages and deserts, feet that carried full hearts and inquiring minds. These dedicated disciples soaked up every word spoken by Jesus. As is true today, interpretation of his teaching and action was varied, but the dedication to his ministry filled each step with hope. 
Tomorrow's footsteps will be tried and painful. Many may not look down but only use their footsteps to run in fear. Others may only look down, staring at the ground that only days before shook with welcome and praise.
Before the chaos arrives, it is right to clean and care for these feet in the quiet of this night. Jesus knew they needed to be ready to walk a road unlike any in his disciples' past. These feet will take them far and wide to spread the news of something unimaginable.
but first ...
Poem: Pablo Neruda (Translated by William O'Daly)