washing feet

I often catch a fleeting thought
streaming across my mind
at times when I'm over come
with emotions I'd like to pretend
I don't feel.
Why do tears bloom in eyes
when sadness is impending,
when anger is peaking
anguish is rising,
frustrations are showing
and even when happiness is abounding.
Where does that empty victory come from
after ragged breathing
and choking sobs
catching thick in the throat
like a fish flopping around in a boat
struggling for its last breath.
No other creature does this,
lets water flow freely
from glassy eyes.
and no other creature tries so hard
to avoid what is only natural.
Instead of embracing it
for what it is
a release of what's welling up inside;
a way to wash feet,
while reverently asking for forgiveness
to show how wrong we were
to cleanse our eyes of images of evil
and get a clear view of a savior staring
down at us, ready to wipe our tears.