Query

White shirt

freshly pressed,

shoes shining,

showing the reflection

of face gleaming,

washed just this morning.

Standing tall,

waiting to offer

the emblems

as proxy

for Him

who would stand in my place

if He were here today.

Looking down,

hands are washed,

nails trimmed

ready to carry,

to bless

and break.

All eyes see

my readiness

to serve.

I am washed,

but am I clean?

Are thoughts cleansed,

washed clean through

the power of His grace?

Is heart pure,

desiring to serve

and bless

and minister

without concern of recognition?

Are hands ready

to embrace and pass,

in symbol,

the holiest of offerings ever made?

“Be ye clean

that bear the vessels

of the Lord.”

Anna M. Molgard

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Isaiah 52:11

Finalist 2013 Cultural Arts Submission

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