O barefoot traveler, on your way home:
Our paths have crossed and I am uncertain as to why
and uncertain as to if they will ever cross again.
We are on this magnificent journey home in our bare feet.
You have traversed the meadows and deserts. You have navigated the muddy ravines.
Home shines in the distance and you glance downward at your muddy feet.
Raise your eyes if only slightly, O barefoot traveler.
There is one kneeling before you with towel and basin,
“Welcome home! I have come to wash your feet.”