Pentecost +13 – Year B
wash your hands
you can't be my beloved
your laving sensibilities
can't be loved
and that is just the tip
of the proverbial iceberg
that would sink me
my beloved should affirm
me in all my current me-ness
and keep me forever
to love you as you are
would be too generous a gift
for me to consider
what then would not be beloved
what then could I be angry about
what then should I do with me
here, let me show you how to wash
your hands, your mouth, your mind
your heart, your soul, you're mine
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