As I Have Done

Dare I stretch my foot to you?

Or, why not call a slave?


Lingering—your hands upon my feet—

I feel the trickle lick of water.

Kneeling? Here for me?

Every eye is gazing years at me.

With strokes like gentle, soft and strong

I feel you wash the silch away,

Surprising me how white my feet beneath;

Ennobling me to rise. And kneel. And serve.

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