In the glow of twilight’s gentle grace,
Where shadows merge and daylights face,
A lesson etched in time’s embrace:
The act of love, a sacred space.

Jesus, in His earthly tread,
Washed the feet where others led,
Friends and foes alike, He fed
With love that words have scarcely said.

No ego shadowed His intent,
No hate within His heart was pent.
He served, so humbly bent,
A path of love, divinely sent.

How then, can we this path pursue?
In daily deeds and visions true,
To wash the feet, in metaphor anew,
Of friend and foe, to love’s hue.

To see beyond the veil of strife,
The hurt and pain that cuts like knife,
And offer from our own life,
A moment’s peace in worldly rife.

Let kindness be our guide, our light,
In actions small or gestures bright.
To lift the shadows of the night,
And hold each other, oh so tight.

For in each act of love, we find
The essence of the divine mind.
A call to leave no one behind,
To love all neighbors, humankind.

So may we walk this path with care,
With open hearts, willing to share,
The love that Jesus came to bear,
A love expansive, rare, and fair.

April 5, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop