Bare

Maundy Thursday

Let me hear of your loving-kindness in the morning,

for I put my trust in you;

show me the road that I must walk,

for I lift up my soul to you.

Psalm 143.8

Now comes the time to set aside
the necessities of the journey
I can carry nothing
beyond this point
other than trust in Love itself

May my soul be stripped bare
dug up and turned over
furrowed
cleansed
made ready

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Anne E. Kitch