Foot Fetish

autumn resting place

Rest, the road exacts its Toll,

Take a load off wearied sole;

Close your eyes and breathe Life in,

Reflect on where your feet have been.

Confident, they marched with ease;

Terrified, ‘neath shaking knees

They stumbled on when doubtful days

Blocked e’en hope’s most brilliant rays.

Pause, let wand’ring feet sit still,

Exhale deep, let lungs refill;

Slow your pace, take time to stroll,

Rest is good for every sole.

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An Invitation

garden view

 

Step into my garden,

Linger in the lane;

Wrap yourself in rosemary,

Scent yourself with sage.

Rosebuds beckon, daisies nod,

Treetops lend their shade;

Peace awaits the wanderer

Whose heart is sorrow-swayed.

 

 

Be Still

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Rolling stones gather no moss

and waving branches gather no frost;

be still.

Frantic fixing

and constant agitation

will give you motion sickness;

be still.

If you quiet your spirit

and rest your soul,

those elusive molecules of Peace

will find sticking place

and grow,

crystals colluding,

painting you Patient.

So

drop those worries,

cast those cares –

and be still…

Lean

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Lean,

you who are weary and heavy laden

with frosty freight

and glacial encumbrance;

leaning shows

not your weakness,

but your wisdom,

for I whose arm is strong

delight to share of my Resources.

Lean,

not on your own understanding,

but on Mine.

Incline your head and heart,

and in the leaning,

you will find rest.