An ode to feet

You're probably thinking the title is odd, and indeed, you're right, it is odd, but feet also certainly deserve a well versed ode. They are more than just funny smelling, or annoyingly dry. Feet are the natural vehicles that carry us through life. Here are some well thought quotes on feet.


Some are practical and to the point:

The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Power and speed be hands and feet.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Some dreamy:

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
Henry David Thoreau

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats

And some funny:

Ah, the patter of little feet around the house. There's nothing like having a midget for a butler.
W. C. Fields

I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes.
Oprah Winfrey

And of course, one of my favorite poems by Neruda:

Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Pablo Neruda

I realize it might have some more "explicit" material, but I think it is still tasteful and meaningful.

And now, a little something by me:

I like feet. I like my feet. I like the feet of the people I love, even if they're not pretty. The feet of my mother that taught me to walk barefoot in the dark soil and enjoy all the beauty that God made. The feet of my father that taught me to always walk tall even when responsibilities are difficult. The feet of my brothers that kicked a soccer ball to me in the grass or ran to catch a badly thrown baseball. The paws of my puppy that (almost) always come scampering when I call. The feet of my beloved that patiently wait for me to walk through a held-open door and follow after with devotion and service. And the pierced feet of the savior that now are healed and wait for us at the gate above. Feet are beautiful.

"Blessed are the feet of those that bring the gospel of peace."
Romans 10:15

I realize I am going out on an emotional limb here by writing something pretty poetical and somewhat personal. But I've decided not to be afraid, because if I don't, no one will ever know me.

And I like being able to write about whatever I have the mind to. :)