Barefoot

#172: Walking

Shed the layers of fat and skin and clothes that keep you warm.
Bring down the walls that hide your heart.
A cold heart is only good for the dead, is it not?
Take off your shoes and walk
Barefoot
Feeling each pebble, each crack with your hardened soles.
Cautious, uncertain
But willing, and expectant.
Ready to believe.
Ready to walk through the waves
Or fly
Or fall
Into the arms of the One you trust
Who goes before
Who hems you in
Who builds a hedge around you
So you can finally rest.