TAKING OFF OUR SHOES

The smooth touch
Of cold marble
Beneath the pilgrim feet
Bloodied in the ascent

We have taken off

And left our shoes outside

With our weapons

Our strength and proud boasts

In the cool of the sanctuary

We are introduced again

To the pure nakedness of birth

Entering into life

Surrendering again to love

Adoring Him

The old woman
Pours water unbidden

On my feet

Cleansing, soothing balm

Drenching the soul

She is Christ to me

And I the beloved resting
Near to the heart