Gratitude
She quietly knelt before Him
And carefully cradled His weary feet.
He had walked for miles that day,
On sandy roads and stony paths
Between the temple and the town.
He just needed to stop for a while
And give His painful feet
A well-earned rest,
A time to just let go
Of all His burdens.
She carefully brushed away
The dust around His ankles
And between His toes,
With her beautiful, luxuriant hair.
As her silky locks gently waved their way
Over His calloused feet,
He felt a peace He had not known
For quite some time.
He gratefully smiled as she applied
Some fragrant oil to His feet
And filled the room with sweet perfume.
She humbly wiped His relaxed toes
And tickled them with her thankful tears,
Touching His lonely soul
With her unconditional love.
Something beautiful had been given,
Something human had been shared,
Which He would always cherish
And eternally remember.
© John Stuart 2019
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