What Are Your Thought Shoes

What are your thought shoes?

The thoughts that put one foot

In front of another as you walk.

Stop and think about it. Is it love?

Is it faith? Is it fear? Is it hate? Is it

The willingness to walk into a future

Unknown? With the mysteries of

Those you have touched—who

Have touched you—you wake

From the dream about your shoes

And walk

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