Apr 13 2006
Grit That I Can’t Remove (a song for Maundy Thursday)
Sunbaked skin
Cracked and bruised
from many miles
of walking
from many miles
of just living.
They aren’t pretty
Not even close
but they are
still mine
and still you
say come
and still you
say come.
I don’t know why
I can’t figure you out.
You say that my feet don’t matter,
and it’s my heart that does,
though my beliefs have gone south.
Just approach.
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