He washed their feet offering Welcome and preparing food Attending these guests to meet Their needs within his tent Under the oaks of Mamre Like desire as with fear Shimmering shape uncertain form Becoming three walking before A man restrained by family need Knowing dangers of reason to share Body's treasure freely offered Drawn from fragile family store Bread and water necessity's gifts A meal providing welcome's form Simply food where royalty is born A quiet leaving might have done Until laughter filled the tent Three men defying age and wisdom Giving hope where life was gone Leaving a blessing of pleasure and joy | He washed their feet revealing Need for friends understanding Judgements of the heart While love's betrayal would hurry From his borrowed room What more could be done With journey end knowing Hate descending love near forlorn An intimate gathering of closest friends Knowing despair is redemption's release Friends knew death leaves no shape Beyond anger pain memories formed Bread the Rabbi broke for hope of life Pouring wine for sense of heart Simply food to embody faith Foreboding, poignancy of love Filled the air when the Rabbi's call Urged one to leave these friends Knowing betrayal destroys reason Revealing the redemptive Way |
© John Fairbrother 2013
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