Pots and pans seem to understand
that the best way to wash your hands
is not to hold a royal trial of the King,
but to humbly serve in love and sing
while feeding those who work and hurt
and scrubbing away the world’s dirt.
Love is willing to serve in simple ways
while deflecting to Jesus all the praise.
Quiet at home, proclaiming abroad
listening to the angel’s laud
of the Lord. They serve all night
yet enduring not an ounce of fright,
for at the break of day, the dishes
will return along with prayers and wishes
over eggs and croissants made at home
before we go out again to our local Rome.
Happy Valentine’s day to the woman who’s dishes I have washed dishes for nearly fourteen years.