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.
written by Terri Churchill
