Sacramental
Where my treasure is.
Sacramental
This is my foot washing
I think
As I stoop to tuck toes into socks,
Socks into boots
Boots into snow pants
An act of futility effective for only a blink
When you do it unto the least of these
You do it unto me
This is my baptism
I laugh
As a tidal wave of overzealous splashing
Escapes the bath tub
The old has gone
The new has come
Washed in a chorus of gasps
And giggles
If I believed in penance
This would be it
I grumble
As the mirror of a Hot Wheel
Pierces the bottom of my foot
He will strike your heel
Indeed
But you will crush his head
The fruit of the Spirit
Is dehydrated and gelatinous
Individually packaged and made with
REAL fruit (juice)
Fruit that will certainly not last
In this house
You are the vine and we are the branches
This is my kneeling bench
I smile
As my fingers close over miniature ones
Bedside, joints and hardwood creaking in harmony
May it be for her as it was for him:
And Jesus grew in wisdom, and stature
And favour with God and man
This is my last copper coin
I breathe
Lord, patience, please
My mouth shoves out the words
My heart resists its need for
The urge to shout slips out of my grasp
And into the offering plate
For where your treasure is
There your heart will be
This is my worship
I cry
As a fledgling voice drifts down the hallway
And I add mine in a shaky murmur
Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Through the praise of children and infants
You have established a stronghold
My enemy falls 



For the one who loved me and the ones I love. Happy Valentine’s!
Wow, I love this poem! Beautiful writing!