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.