Holy Thursday Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

The priest removed his vestments
vibrant blue and white
Pulled them over his head
basked in the glow of candlelight

His face full of humility
red, but no reservation
tied a towel around his waist
and knelt in service before the congregation

And washed the feet of twelve
before them he bowed and toiled
and wiped each foot with holy water
anointed with holy oil

And when he was done
to his vestments he returned
and seemed to be reflecting
on the lessons taught and learned

that it is our holy obligation
to serve our fellow man
without hesitation
and not out of expectation

© James T. Adair