Our Lady's Slipper
Catholic Poetry
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Washing my Feet
I had been walking for days
My heels were laced with blood
Pain, my friend never left me
Worse than the pain was stench
Yet, you smiled and washed my feet
It was the kindest act anyone has showed me
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