I get so much
Satisfaction washing
God's people's feet
Also when I teach
The bible to God's
People they become
Hungry for the bible
It was God that wrote
The bible
With his holy hands
A long time ago
The old man is searching
for forgiveness of his soul
Deserted by his family
and left out in the cold
Finds himself upon the footpaths
raids the "wheelies" for a feed
Society lacks compassion
not much help for those in need
This man like many others
residing on the street
Dressed in rags and tatters
wraps newspapers around his feet
Some nights he's feeling lucky
finds a vacant bench to sleep
A harsh unforgiving society
what we sow is what we reap
Dusk finds me
Life settles down
The light
It turns from me
Something stirs below
Darken sky
One eye
Ember gaze
No fear
It knows me
Close calm sure
A familiar shape
Dark wings gather around
Home.
One wing guards them all.
I am the man who had the feet of clay
All these years later, I feel I must confess
I’m the reason that you couldn’t stay.
Fearful, immature, and selfish to this day,
I loved you truly, but I caused you distress.
I am the man who has the feet of clay.
I was hurt, and I had hurtful things to say,
but the fault was surely mine, no more, no less.
I’m the reason that you couldn’t stay.
That you’ve found love and happiness, I pray.
This, my dear, I can honestly express -
I, the man who has the feet of clay.
I ruminate on all I threw away,
and the life of love that we could not possess.
I’m the reason that you couldn’t stay.
In my heart, I know at last, now old and gray,
why I never saw you in a wedding dress.
I’m the reason that you couldn’t stay.
Yours, with love, the man with feet of clay.
1. The Thing I Never Said
Dancing blind is what they called us,
we both had two left feet.
I moved on the dance floor,
then she followed me gracefully.
Awkward it became,
as they laughed at us.
We did not care,
as we held each other tight in love.
In love with each other,
in love with the rhythm of the music.
In our last big turn,
our canes showed.
The room went silent,
only the music could be heard.
Now they knew we were blind,
but not by the music or by our feet.
OF FAITHFUL FORTIFIED FEET
In the chill
of the night,
pining, piercing pain,
took its toll on the spirit
of my weary pedals:
swollen, aged feet,
seeking Hannibal-like
courage to meet
new sunrise challenges
tomorrow will bring
to a primed soul
still sojourning
struggle:-
Pray tell,
it’ll be God’s will,
that these
worn soles,
will stand
my worn soul,
perpendicular
to the worn
soil of life:
keeping me
in elephant-walking calmness,
in another blessed day, sacredly
still sojourning the struggles of life—
struggles, God streams us overcoming:-
One day he'll be gone.
You'll say don't know where, nor care.
Even though by dawn
I'll have made you be the one
Who buried him under there.
Wherever I may hop
and plop them down
in summer my hind feet
are a shade of brown
yet in winter white
which leave large footprints
each and every night
but then by day
I'll have you know
they give the game away
as is my inborn habit
here there and everywhere
for at best I'm less a rabbit
more a snowshoe hare
tiny feet patter
she scampers across kitchen
chasing cheerio
Died like old ketchup.
I’m as full as having a heart.
But my heart tissue is scattered as a drained pool.
I’m the body at the bottom of the freezer but everyone’s tossing frozen meals on me.
I’m scrap metal.
I died but death doesn’t tell you that.
The pulses weep energy and I receive such electricity.
My feet died first.
Then my left leg.
Then my right…
As I snuggle beneath the sheet
I thank you Lord placing my feet
at such a distance from my nose
and all else 'tween my head and toes.
Though other things you could improve,
of this design I do approve.
Dad said I was a moving,
my feet and body was a grooving.
At three in dance school.
moves that were very cool.
Dance in my body and soul,
a gypsy dance or rock-n- roll.
My feet,
dance floor they will eat.
Choo choo!
Yum cha—woo!
dishes glide
on choo-train
the chicken
feet enthrall
claws aloft
footsie soft
sauce clings
joy sings
rich stew
nibbled slow
skin slips
happy lips
bones bare
more there!
Choo choo!
Yum cha—woo!
Street lights in the clouds
Beneath my feet is heaven
Kiss me Africa
Twelve feet of water,
it feels so good to go deep.
Swimming with the stars
green eyes full of my high dives,
fireworks without insurance.
Touching the surface
for the briefest of moments,
give me forever.
Trading everything I have
could never feel like too much.
Sprinting through the pool
my split second fins fly like wings.
I add swift designs,
stills on a rolling canvas.
Dangerous, but so is fear.
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