My feet feel mangled
Twisted away from the earth
Why does productivity make my way-
An arduous climb and not by fate!
My passion burns for barefoot hikes
On dewy meadows with lush pads.
For my feet to tread
The softness of nature and the love of His hands.
A cushion to catch my breath
an inhalation of ….fresh air
for my soul.
To be in balance
In silence
And Solitude
