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.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- 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
Deep and rich message.
Thank you!
A fine write - a place of humility to sit.
Yes, indeed! Thank you for your kind words and for reading my poem.
Very good humbling write .
Thank you friend.
And this brings life - so well expressed.
Thank you for your kind words. Indeed, life in abundance.
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.
I was left humbled at the altar weeping. RR you raised the bar here. ww
Thank you ww. This poem can to me spontaneously.
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