these feet

[joel]

How lovely are the feet of messengers
of peace— whose canyon heels are sharply pained—
whose lacerated blisters’ lymph is drained
in dust-wet puddles where the passengers
of love and mercy walk— whose ankles, sprained
and twisted, still advance like harbingers
of grace— whose toes are prey for predators
of fire and fungus and whose nails are grained
with thick, corrosive waste. How lovely are
the feet that march unceasingly ahead
– as if in apostolic prayer – to you
like wind— or like your lover’s breath— when far
away and scorched by stagnant, lonely dread
you wait. How lovely are these feet to you?

[Arcadia]

The first line reminded me one song they use to sing in the church when I was a child "Es hermoso ver bajar de la montaña los pies del mensajero de la paz"...
The last line bring me suddenly the image of a Magdalene saying: "Hey, it´s just a reflexology massage..." it seems I can´t avoid to do zapping when I find biblical references, sorry!...
The whole poem is a beautiful gem as you use to, joel, gracias for sharing it with us!!!!!!!!

[dadio]

your poetry is a delight to me. This poem is so spot on, so well crafted.

[Sue Littleton]

A strange and beautiful riddle, Joel.

Now, I need you to e-mail me your address so I can send your books. My e-mail got hacked and I lost alllll my contacts and archives, including you. It's still mujermaiz@yahoo.com