As we expose our feet to be washed, our lives to be transformed in Holy Communion, as we surrender to the new mandate:
That you love one another.
States of being
a poem by Luci Shaw
Stability is greatly
overrated.
Why would I ever want to sit
still and smug as a rock,
confident, because of my great
weight, that I will not
be moved?
Better to be soft as water,
easily troubled, with
at least three modes
of being, able to shape-
shift, to mirror, to cleanse,
to drift downstream,
To roar when I encounter
the rock.
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