Barefoot Within The Morning Sun
If I took these sandals off,
Perhaps I could feel the gentle heat
Of the sun in the sand
Beneath my feet
And yet, I hesitate.
So, why am I still standing here,
With these shoes upon my feet,
When I could be walking
Unshod,
And when I could be
Reaching out…
And touching the hand of God?
Am I too late?
Perhaps the answer can be found
Somewhere in the silence of my soul,
And within the gold
Of the morning sun
As it heats
This sand, so warmly,
Beneath
My hesitant feet
And the golden sun,
It’s calling to me…
And it’s telling me…
That it’s not too late.
No, it’s not too late, at all.
And that all I have to do,
Is shed my shoes
And run
Into this bright new day,
This glorious day,
That has just begun.
And what more bliss,
Than this?
Than when my face is kissed
By the burnished gold
Of this morning sun?
Have I not riches
Beyond compare?
GOODBYE, SHOES.
AND HELLO, DEAR WORLD…
© 2009 Morning Song
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