Friday, 16 September 2005

• Footprints on the Hart

  (The other footprints poem)

  Tiny footprints

  Large footprints on my heart

  Footprints by lovers

  Footprints by my friends

  Footprints I needed

  And those I did not

  I have been stepped on

  Kicked

  Massaged by Birkenstocks

  And punctured by cleats

  Footprints of love

  Joy, pain and laughter

  I see my life

  By the marks they have made

  My ups and my downs

  My goods and my bads

  Footprints of Jesus

  All over my head

  Footprints of her

  Alone in my bed

  I know his feet

  Were shod inside peace

  I know those toes

  Were trusted indeed

  For I am not stepped on

  A doormat, am not

  But my heart is open

  For love and for hate

  Footprints you say

  How common is that

  A footprint is dusty

  And dust gets in cracks

  So every inside part

  Of my life

  Has been muddied

  And dustied and crudied

  By mud

  For tears, sweat and blood

  Have made the dust wet

  And footprints are left

  All alone in the muck

  And footprints are all

  That matters to me

  Footprints of you

  Footprints of me

  Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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