Janitor

A servant's heart

doesn't beat his chest,

hand towel and soapy water

bringing light to the eyes

of the weary,

bended knee pouring grace

over the feet of the wounded

and war torn.

Mopping up the sweat of the world,

every janitor on the planet

knows something of that.

Nobody looking when you change

the water to water

and keep wiping tears.

Picking up after the children of God.

It's child's play. Tag.

You're it. No

tag's back.