The week I was robbed of my Dr Dre Beats

I sat in silence
but
inside I was kneeling.

I was told about washing feet
Inside, I wanted to 'do' not receive.

I was told about a traitors feet being washed.
Inside I feel like a traitor.

I was told about a man undressing to wash feet.
Inside I feel vulnerable.

I was locked away for three hours.
Inside I wanted to stay there forever.

I was robbed this week.
One man was betrayed to death by another.

I know all about praying.
Inside I practice so little.

I know I am a follower and a leader.
Inside I feel I know so little and love even less.

The person who robbed me this week.
Inside I find it easy enough to love him.

I was robbed of my DrDre Beats headphones this week.
Inside I feel they are a symbol of my love of music.

Being robbed of them creates a sound
Inside - beyond music.

Three hours of reflection.
Inside on a journey of becoming.

It is finished.
Inside I feel unfinished, work in progress, incomplete.

I want to be that journey.
Inside I want to be that, live that.
'He who was strong became weak'

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Pip Wilson.
Written on Good Friday 2012
Inside Canterbury Cathedral.

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