Flood-lights Needed!

I heard the priest speak aloud,
"Wash their feet, not yours.
Robe them satin, scented blossoms,
Yet live in rags. Learn to Fall!"

"Aye" I spoke with the throng,
In obedience, in revered act,
Kneeling, I crossed upon my heart
'Serve them', that'll be my plan.

Sold my house and sold my bread
I danced in sun, burnt and red
Yet unceasing my hands worked
When them brothers called my name.

Then a day, I heard a rumble,
Growling sounds, "From where?" I wondered.
A dog in pain, or worse a man!
limping I around in anxious search.

Then it hit me hard and blazing
It be my stomach that cries its lack
Now what be the act that I  follow
I wondered looking behind my back.

A thought creeps through my head
My legs they wobble towards the store
My hands digs into my pockets,
Bread to buy, food to devour.

A stern voice sounds within,
"Serve others not yourself!"
So I sat upon the rock
Waiting for a hand to help.