Broken best

From where I sit
I see the celebrant's feet,
black, cap-toed brogues,
dress shoes carefully shined,
their ancient leather
creased and cracked.

We bring who we are,
our carefully cared for,
often broken best.

He gives what He has,
wine from broken feet
which I would wash
with grateful tears,
polish with my wild,
unfettered hair.