(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in washing and massaging the feet [or paws or hooves] of Jesus’ Beloved Sheep, for I want relief.”)
You want relief from a guilty story.
Your feet are sore and dirty, ache and grime.
One has a basin and toweled glory.
One washes and massages your feet’s crime.
I want relief from a troubled “hole-soul.”
My feet speak of travels through resentment.
One in a humbled position takes bowl,
holds my angry feet, gives me contentment.
“Wash the ‘feet,’ all 4, of My Beloved Sheep,”
says Jesus. “Massage away their hoofed grief.”
Comfort is not difficult or upkeep.
Loving is not challenging, just relief.
Jesus, gentle, lowly, nothing conceit.
Jesus, us, others. Want relief? Wash feet!