Washing feet.. the ‘common touch’.. most holy touches life.. seems ‘The Right’ is
all uptight.. petty gender strife..
Many sing of this thing called for in times long gone.. retrack back to natural.. a man learns from his spawn..
Looks to be a man of substance.. people on the street.. hope for truth in faith they have.. avoid known bad repeats..
the valance has no balance curtains opened to the scene.. inconvenient cannot be.. delusion calls red ‘green‘.. validate hate then bait male of species old.. ‘women cannot think of such’.. stay home barefoot sold..
Mr. Pope please see female feet for what they are.. in our time accept a gift.. gals at home Rome to Mars..
our other half to cry to laugh.. seen when recognized.. respect.. it is a craft.. of men and women any size..
Those who stand right or left in their soul parade.. extreme shares no good reason.. on who and how they made..
money fashion .. bells are crashing.. drive expensive cars.. call deceit a talent guise.. portend stuck makes them wise..
It is not in gender child.. we are past that now.. it is not a name so called.. peace in the field we plow.. salient never fails when put to use true to each face.. fate comes to us each second.. life cannot be a race..
Thought.. ‘The impatient nature of our species asserted itself once again. The Pope in a small.. but seemingly important gesture.. washed a woman’s feet. Political ‘Right’ and ‘Left’ announcements had something to say of this ritual. “If a belief is founded in mistake.. taken in delusion.. and repeated continually in fear.. I believe it right to change for the better”‘.. Peace Tony