You, Dear Stranger

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You – dear stranger, knelt down on the floor,
Slid on my boots for me and fastened them.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

Hands

Watching your young hands, deft in silver rings,
Combing through my hair
While I sit served – a sultaness –

I wonder at the riches of my world.

Bare feet on carpet,

slow steps and loosened hips, belly round with unborn child –

Like some household high priestess I unwrap the morning light,

unfold it out of curtains, shake it loose, and wait.