The legs are a little chubby.
There's a wound by the left knee
and a scar on the left calf.
the toes are short,
open,
pointing to the one who serves her.
The outstretched strong hands hold a cloth
an invitation.
Will you allow me to serve you
in this deepkly personal way?
I ponder the question.
It is so much easier for me to serve than to receive.
Yes.
Yes.
Those scarred and wounded, vulnerable places within me
welcome your embrace.
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