The Beautiful Feet of God’s Messenger

Therefore my people will know my name; therefore in that day they will know that it is I who foretold it. Yes, it is I.” How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!” Isaiah 52:6,7
It had been two months now
Since she appeared at his door

Simply knocking, she came in
Gently made herself at home
She thanked him
To have let her Sit in a little corner
With her sheepish smile
He, a voiceless spectator
His heart lost in the starry host
From the spell of her candid charm
Invited her to sit on the chair
For it is not proper
To offer the guest
A corner of a rug belonging
To the devoted servant
Then, propping a cushion
To rest her feet weary
Of the long journey
He took off her torn sandals
Full of the dust that covered
Their soft and rare beauty
He took a basin
And tenderly washed them
And wiped them dry.
Leaning over to pray
He blessed and warmed them
For these beautiful and fragile feet
Belong to the docile messenger
Of the Gospel of Peace.
©Jean-Louis 2007

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