Millard Lowe Poet Prose

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BEQUEATHED SHOES…  

 

I’m walking in the shoes 

Of my father’s father’s Father:-

I never had to tie them,

Though I had to bend down

To slip them on:-

I never wanted to take them off;

In them, my soul joyously walked.

Their soles walked me over hate–

Footprinting it with each loving step;

Leading me to the blessed waters

To wash feet in labors of love:-

May my children likewise walk

In the shoes of their father’s Father.

 

BEQUEATHED SHOES

BEQUEATHED SHOES…   

I’m walking in the shoes 
Of my father’s father’s Father:-
I never had to tie them,
Though I had to bend down
To slip them on:-
I never wanted to take them off;
In them, my soul joyously walked.
Their soles walked me over hate–
Footprinting it with each loving step;
Leading me to the blessed waters
To wash feet in labors of love:-
May my children likewise walk
In the shoes of their father’s Father.

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