Member Care and Doing Good III

Now and Again

I once thought

my feet were being washed.
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But I was wrong.
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Instead I learned
my feet were being anointed.
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For my burial.
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I was to die
for those I claimed to love.
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For colleagues.
For a field.
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For certain and uncertain friends.
For certain and uncertain enemies.

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For nothing.
For everything.
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Now.
And again.