The Basin and the Towel #610

The Basin and the Towel In whispers of ancient lore, unfolds a scene, Peter's query, a mirror to our own unseen. "Lord, are you to wash my feet?" In humility's embrace, our definitions meet. The Teacher, hands sculpting unseen fates, Whispers back, "Your heart, it awaits." In the act of washing, barriers dissolve, Leadership reborn, as love resolves. "Follow my lead," the silent decree, Not in thrones, but in servitude, we're free. Kneeling at humanity's shore, Washing feet, opening love's door. Stone temples, prayers lost, In commerce's tempest, we are tossed. "My house, a prayer's home," yet we stray, Chasing dust, from sanctity, away. Promised, a temple of spirit, not stone, In heartbeats, in breaths, the divine is shown. We, the temples alive, love's light bearing, In acts of compassion, the divine sharing. Beyond the veil, we're called to see, In love, in service, we're truly free. As living temples, in light, we stand, In humble service, heart and hand. So let us tread this sacred ground, With basin and towel, in love we're bound. Serving in silence, love's echo wide, In us, the divine does reside. Let this journey of love be our song, In humble acts, we find where we belong. For in each heart, a temple, pure, In love's service, we endure. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 18, 2024)