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How beautiful are the feet

Of those

That bring

Good news


But what of these shoes?

And the feet they carry?

Worn and collapsing

From miles

And countries

Of travel


Blistered

Calloused

These shoes decay

Betray

The weary feet within them.

Wear and tear

Threadbare

These shoes

Never meant to support

such a long and unsupported journey.


These feet

They protect

I neglect

Satisfied to look elsewhere

Seeking my own

(national) ‘security'


Good news

For these feet

Should have come long before

This day

In other forms of support. 


Where is the good news

For these feet?

Who will they meet

Along each journeyed street

Who may bring them

News

Of comfort

Compassion

Dignity

Laws that protect them

Guides that direct them

To the safe passage

They need.


We are well equipped

Indeed.


Do we have good news?

If the church,

Shouldn’t we?


If God exists,

The divine surely

Walks with these weary,

Defends these orphans,

Instead of detains.


What of our good news?

These feet may speak

More truth

As we ignore their human faces.

The system

Displaces

Their stories

Buried at the border

We comfort ourselves with legal policy

Neglecting our own responsibility

To be bearers

And cultivators

Of good news.


The news I bring

So far

Is simply

‘I’m here to listen

And learn’

But do I care

Enough

To bring them

and their news

Into my home

And share

My security?


Our good news we preach

Does it remain

True

for all, or just

Me and you?


Attend to these feet

And the faces they carry

Let them breathe

Let us not tarry

To provide the good news

We claim

For our selves


What of the

gifts & stories

their feet bear?

Bare

Exposed

Out from under

Tyranny

Desperate to be

Known

Home

And safe.


Perhaps these feet

Know more of the

goodness of news

Than we

Perhaps it is they

Who could teach us

Something

Of what is truly

Worth saving


We cannot see her face

But we may study her feet

‘What do you need

To see

Of me

To know and honor

my dignity,

my 

Humanity?


When will

These feet be

worthy

Of our good news?


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