Over the next three weeks, I will be posting a trilogy of poems about my beloved parents. The first is called Mom’s Feet.
“Ah how beautiful the feet of those on the mountain who declare the
good news of victory, of peace and liberation” Isaiah 52:7
Mom’s feet
have traveled up the side of Mt. Kilimanjaro
walked on the sands of the Indian Ocean
navigated airports on most every continent
huffed along cobblestone streets in Portugal
felt the summer sun of Diamond Lake and the icy cold snow of many Minnesota winters.
Mom’s feet
have sprinted after grandchildren
tiptoed beside the bed as her beloved momma met Jesus
entered countless statuaries and chapels and synagogues and prayer rooms to worship her Beloved.
have sweated in mud huts
labored along dust consumed trails
treaded rocky paths
stood for hours at a time
to bring life and hope and promise.
Mom’s feet
tell story after story after story
kicking ball
playing hopscotch
walking down a road to visit a friend
loving life
loving others
loving Jesus.
Mom’s feet
beautiful and brittle with years and arthritis
beautiful and entombed with neuropathy
with pain in every step.
tell story after story after story
sorrow and joy
pain and love
death and life
Mom’s beautiful
beautiful feet.
I want feet just like my mom’s.