25 February 2007, 12:58 AM
Remove your sandal; tread softly,
for wounded as it is, this place is holy.
Worn and weary wayfaring began
to find its resting place so long ago
the travelers lost all site or hope
of anything akin to home,
yet home was in the making all along.
Remove your sandal; tread softly,
for wounded as it is, this place is holy.
In this moment, on this sacred ground
is food and warmth and life sufficient
to leave beyond content- at home-
these hearts so close to letting go the same,
now letting go the hurt, the lie, the shame
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