How beautiful upon the mountains,
are the feet of the messenger who announces peace,
who brings good news,
who announces salvation,
who says to Zion, your God reigns.’
How worn upon the landscape
are the footprints of the traveller
who yearns for stability
who asks for renewables
who cries out for change;
Who begs the question: Does honour reign?
How tender upon the floor-tiles
are the arches of the caregiver
who yearns for fortitude
who asks for a good night’s sleep
who cries out for dignity;
Who begs the question: Does compassion reign?
How cramped within their cloister
are the toes of the concealed
who yearns for belonging
who asks for a playmate
who cries out for recognition;
Who begs the question: Does liberation reign?
How careworn upon the rubble
are the soles of the outcast
who yearns for comfort
who asks for a break
who cries out for restitution;
Who begs the question: Does justice reign?
How beautiful among the nations
Is the dancing of present sentinels
bringing good news
making known salvation;
Who semaphore to all creation: Our God reigns!
[Angela Joy Morrison, ©2021]
This was my response to this scripture last year. What does it evoke in you?