Thursday, March 5, 2009

week three (finally)

your feet

lately i’ve been thinking of
your feet-

tender little baby toes
in the filth of an old manger-

dusty, calloused feet
walking all those lonely miles
in the punishing heat of the desert sun-
to bring good news-

your feet that skimmed the surface of
the sea,
taming dark choppy waves
to calm my fears-

feet pointed towards jerusalem
anointed with tears and oil-
prepared for the grave-
still taking each step with that knowledge-

and those same feet
with spikes driven through them
holding up your body to take the weight off your beautiful, pain-filled hands-

all for me.

i love your feet.