At The Master's Feet

rrodriguez

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—not ashamed! —

that a woman was sitting

at the Master’s feet.

I asked: Alone at the master’s feet,

Oh woman, are you coming to drink

the water of life,

at least that’s what I think?

 

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—not ashamed! —

that a woman was sitting

at the Master’s feet.

I asked: A yearning there inside your heart,

Oh woman, you want to listen to him teach,

Impart the Word of life,

Words of love for you to reach?

 

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—not ashamed! —

that a woman was sitting

at the Master’s feet.

I asked: are you healed of your internal bleeding

Oh woman, did you touched the Master’s cloak

With fear and love and thanksgiving?

 

Last night as I slept,

I dreamt—not ashamed!—

that it was I sitting

at the Master’s feet.



 



  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2017 10:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: To be at the feet of the Master is to pay worshipful attention in reverence and in awe listening to His Words bring life to you.
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments8

  • WriteBeLight

    Deep and rich message.

  • rrodriguez

    Thank you!

  • orchidee

    A fine write - a place of humility to sit.

  • rrodriguez

    Yes, indeed! Thank you for your kind words and for reading my poem.

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good humbling write .

    • rrodriguez

      Thank you friend.

    • Michael Edwards

      And this brings life - so well expressed.

      • rrodriguez

        Thank you for your kind words. Indeed, life in abundance.

      • Augustus

        I am not a bible expert but remember a woman similar to whom you describe, and ready to put my doubts aside, join that woman at those naked feet; Could I touch His robe, that would be so neat. Nicely done.

      • willyweed

        I was left humbled at the altar weeping. RR you raised the bar here. ww

        • rrodriguez

          Thank you ww. This poem can to me spontaneously.



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