Psalm for the washing of feet

Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment. 

—Luke 7:37, 38 

i may not 
be welcome here
but somehow cannot
stop myself
the Light calls out
and light pours out
of me—
irrepressible offering
to give give give
every drop of thanks
to let this love be
rivers washing

please …
take, receive
my hands
my hair
my tears
my every inkling
and turn them to 
divine Love’s anointing
blessing
thanking

how is it then
that it is I
who comes forth
washed
so clean?

—Joni Overton-Jung