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The Feet of Man
I was one day, in a far away and distant land;
I beheld the people's feet and their movement,
From wooded squares to place of sand.I wondered deep within at the miracle of color God had wrought,
Each person, a soul, whose existence had fought,
In some way to touch a power greater than one to him known.And I said, "Man's goings cannot be understood,"
For all men's feet are not the same, though related by blood,
Some are calloused, and others are worn not at all,
Some are immobile, others answer any call,
That will deliver them from too familiar soil.How does God in His wisdom, do I dare ask,
Choose a mobile fate, for men whose feet have chosen confinement?
Does He, because of love, Himself set a task,
For all men's feet, to lead to their chosen fate?
Can I divine why one path is strong, another weak?
I cannot: My way is ill-lit.In such thoughts of men and ways,
Immerge this, in mind to stay.
That men have fates, a path to be trod,
Regardless of knowledge, it leads to God.Roy Cecil Gibson, Jr.
DaNang, South Vietnam
September 26, 1964
"Hill 60 - Near Dai Loc - A Doomed Village"