What Your Feet Mean to Me

Jesus.Feet.Being Washed.

Based on the encounter in Matthew 26:6-13

WHAT YOUR FEET MEAN TO ME

You say I am doing a beautiful thing for you.
     It’s just like you to say that.
All I am doing is washing your feet with my tears;
     They come from a fractured place –
A place of stain and shame;
     Now they flow out to clean your feet.

Thank you for not stepping on me with your feet
     Or trampling over me;
     Or hurrying past me to the next big thing,
     Or merely to a better thing.

Thank you for letting your feet be nailed in place – in my place.

Thank you for not kicking me with your legs
     Or jumping past me: the undesirable, the unlovable.

Thank you for not holding me down with your arms
     Or holding me back with your grip.

Thank you for not raping me with your body,
     Or stripping me with your eyes
     Or looking past me with your gaze.

Thank you for not abusing me with your lips
     Or spitting on me with your mouth.

Thank you for not thinking the worst of me,
     Or worse:
          not thinking of me at all.

Thank you for walking up to me with these feet, these beautiful feet:
     For holding me – for holding me up with your arms.

Thank you for listening to me
     When I babble on
     When I pray
     When I lament
     When I sing,

Thank you for seeing me – for seeing into me.
Thank you for being able to overlook my sin
     And for being willing to do that.

Thank you for talking to me,
For speaking such fantastic words:
     Words like honey
     Words like light
     Words like rock
     Words like flight
     Words that sing
     Words that ring.

Thank you for forming them into living sound:
     Songs of joy
     Hymns of truth
     Feelings of comfort
     Trumps of exaltation!
     Pronouncements of peace
     Words of wisdom
     Psalms of beauty
     Proclamations of release!

Thank you for shaping words into keys
    To unlock yet another chain, to take off yet another yoke.

Thank you for thinking of me – the best of me.
For such beautiful thoughts, such loving thoughts –
     With such a capacity, as if each star you flung into space
     Was another bright idea you put into place.

Thank you for Your imagination – the truth of who I am to You.
No one else could find it in themselves to create this truth –
     To the contradiction of overwhelming evidence.

While tears had long emptied into a careless street of users
Now each one poured out like a 1000 years, a 1000 pounds, a 1000 moments of darkness.
Now each tear is precious to me, to remind me or what it means to touch your feet.

You say I am doing a beautiful thing for you.
     And it’s just like you to say that.
All I am doing is washing your feet with my tears
     that come from a fractured place –
Split open by the spring of Your own relentlessness
     And made to worship the One I love!

This is what your feet mean to me.

Copyright: Easter 2004; R.H. Foerger

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About R.H. (Rusty) Foerger

As I enter the third third of life, I am becoming aware of the role of elders today “to enlarge spiritual vision, being devoted to prayer, living in the face of death, as a living curriculum of the Christian life” (Dr. James M. Houston). I am a life long and life wide learner who seeks to: *decipher the enigma of our worth *rescue from the agony of prayerlessness *integrate spiritual friendship.
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20 Responses to What Your Feet Mean to Me

  1. Kathy says:

    So beautiful Rusty – I wish I had known about this blog of yours sooner. Poetry speaks in a language all its own.
    Very touching

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    • Thanks for the encouragement. This encounter, and Jesus’ response speaks “in a language all its own” as well. We come closer to it by poetry than by exegesis. I can say things in poetry that I can’t manage by myself, as it were. Still learning the tongue, so to speak.
      Also: so happy people have been responding to your poem/prayer offerings.

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  2. iamcayenne says:

    Wow….didn’t know Mary’s thoughts were so deep………

    Liked by 1 person

    • Thanks. I have contemplated this scene for years – wondering what she was thinking/feeling when she did this beautiful thing – and when she heard Jesus affirm her in this beautiful act of love. I suspect you understand what this is all about as you might place yourself in the scene as it were. Grace to you.

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  3. dawnlizjones says:

    Thank you for shaping words into keys
    To unlock yet another chain, to take off yet another yoke.
    Such a beautiful poem. I have a category entitled “Not My Poetry” for guest poets. May I use it there? Here is a link if you wish to preview:
    https://dawnlizjones.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/new-all-for-guest-poets/

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