with dirty feet
worn rough
I long to take them in my hands
immersed in scented drops
of spicy peppermint
and lavender-laced steam
and soak away her pain
to massage away the cares of the world
the stress that she maintains
from other people's pain
the broken
the hurting...
from the miles she walks for those in need
through stone
and glass
and searing heat...
to wash it all away...
to anoint her feet in jasmine oil
glistening with lovely adoration
to soften the places hardened
and draw feeling through the shell
to gloss her toes in heavenly hues
to encircle them in gold and silver
and shimmering diamond iridescence
as through this broken
time-hardened pain
restored to supple delicacy
Symbolic of the bride herself
and the change her True Love brings.
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1 comment:
This poem gives me chills by just how true that passion is. Our job should be to provide the bride of Christ. She is beautiful because of her pain. She is made beautiful because of the true love of God. Amazing!
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