| Beloved,
When was the last time you felt a welcoming carpet of sweet grass snuggled around your feet; the fresh dew adoring you with sweet, tender kisses?
When was the last time you slipped your weary bare feet into the clear frigid water of a mountain stream or a city park fountain? Do you remember being greeted with invigorating refreshment?
Do you remember wiggling your feet into slippery, gooey mud that squish up between your toes? Have you noticed, in child’s play mud and giggles go hand-in-hand?
Stop there, in the dew-damp blades of life. Or on a patch of warm, bare soil. Or on a pebbly path or sandy beach. Wherever you are, wherever you go, our earth graciously rises to meet you.
Beloved, are the souls of your feet hungry for Mother Earth? Take off those shoes. Stand still. Can you feel her heart beat? When you listen with your feet do you feel the inhale and exhale of her breath? Do you hear the love song she is singing? Listen closely, it’s a song just for you.
~*~*~
I do not
Want to step so quickly
Over this sacred place on God’s body
That is right beneath your
Own foot
As I
Dance with
Precious Life
Today.
~*~*~
From the Persian Poet,Hafiz
With Barefooted Love,
Sharon
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