Hind's 'Feat'
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Rusty rock scrabble
Crunches under my boots
Carefully
I place my feet
Been kicked down
Your steep face
Before
When I
Heedless
Scrambled up
Until
Rock rolled
Ankle
Pain
Torture
Crash
Black…
...tumble …
...down
You...
...didn't trip me
...didn't catch me
Either
Did you?
"Dad! Dad!"
Frightful eyes
Over mine
On that ledge
Of disaster
Frightened me
Made me careful
Full
Of
Care
Now
There is no one
To rescue
To even see me
Yet
I feel your care
Always
Always
Yours
I know
I know
Also
Your indifference
When I don't...
...when I'm--
Care--
--less
David said
"He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet:
And setteth me upon my high places." *
So, yeah
I didn't make my feet
I make my steps, though
When not
As grateful
And mindful as
Beauty
Deserves
Deserve I
Indifference
By grace
You're still here
For me
To tread lovingly
In no
Heated rush
Graced
Am I
To know
There's
So much more
Than just
Surmounting you
There's every
Little leaf
Little flower
Little bug
Every
Little
Detail
My layered Beauty
I document
My "feat"
But
I'm no conqueror
My only esteem
Is
I treasure you
Psalm 18:33 King James Version (KJV)?
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2022
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