The Basin
by Heather Ruth Pack
My mother died with disfigured feet.
Bruised, battered, and broken.
I never went near them.
I never washed them.
I couldn’t bear the mess.
Years later it was my feet that were washed
by the same hands that had washed hers.
As living water fell between my toes,
I understood what I had missed.
I could have been Christ to my mother.
Why didn’t I wash her broken feet
the way Thou washes mine?
Thou accepts me bruised, battered, and broken.
Teach me to accept the brokenness of others.
Heather Ruth Pack used to study cells under a microscope. Now she studies the scriptures the same way. She's possibly the only grandmother moderating chat for three Zelda streamers on YouTube. She lives in Utah with her husband Bradford. Find her work at www.timesoffaith.com