big love

My feet are dripping
with big love.
You knelt in the sand
and dirt of
the unswept floor.
You took in your hands
my secrets
you did not speak out
my regrets
or the lopsided score.
Standing in the mud made
when you washed
I am mercy's child.
We are not lost
to ourselves anymore.
Mud on darkened eyes
we can see.
We let down hair, cry
the eyes, feet clean.
And, feet in hand,
walk through God's Door.