Member Care and Doing Good IV

Now and Again--Again
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I once thought that my feet
were shod
with special ornate sandals.

Winged sandals to let me soar
as a special person.

But I was wrong.

Instead I learned that my feet
were shorn
with a common iron nail.

A wingless nail to help me limp
as a common person.

I am human not Hermes.

Pierced feet to follow the Pierced-One.
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Now and again.

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.