rising from supper
you discarded your garment.
A jug and bowl you took
and to your waist a towel.
Kneeling, you a servant
washed the disciples feet,
dried them tenderly.
Peter, proud Peter, “No!
No, unless all of me!”
Don’t you still understand?
If I wash you not,
No part you have in me.
A strange stillness lingered in the air
Jesus said, “not all are clean.”
What did He mean?
Hadn’t He washed all of us?
Knowing their thoughts, Jesus said,
“Do you know what I have done?”
I, your Master have washed your feet.
This is my example to you and all.
Blessed are the ones who do this.