Seems Like. . .
Every time I felt comfortable enough
to walk in the green grass; barefoot, carefree, like a child
along came a snake who felt compelled to bite my feet
Seems like. . .
Every time I gained comfort enough to walk
around the house with my shoes off, twiggling toes
in carpet along came a spider; bent on biting my toes
And so . . .
I began to ensure that
no matter where or with whom I travelled
I always wore very good, element proof, protective shoes . . .
I never took my shoes off; I wore them every hour . . .
But, then one day, I realized how much
I really missed
the cool grass under my feet;
the rough blades of grass between my toes . . .
The comfty feeling of walking
barefoot on soft carpet . . .
the coolness of the hard wood floors . . .
I missed it so much that . . .
I begin to walk barefoot again;
Yet, I kept a keen eye out for snakes and spiders.
I begin to learn how to spot them a mile away.
Wearing those tight, uncomfortable
shoes has taught me
I’d rather be bitten than to ever completely
give up on walking barefoot ever . . . again
And . . .it’s funny that, the more I practice Faith . . .
Wisdom . . .
Courage . . .
And the knowing that the bite always heals . . .
the less I am bitten.
~Written by Cordieb