My Feet Know The Way
My feet know the way,
Even when my eyes don’t.
My feet see the rise and fall of the land,
The soft, rain-soaked dirt change to pebbles.
They don’t stumble or slip,
They trod onward,
Under the blanket of sapphire.
The darkness is gentle on my eyes,
Soothing like a kiss planted on each one.
They close, rest.
My feet see the way.
They follow the path,
The soft humming of Mother Earth.
Her song is of love.
My kind feet, resonating with her, carry me home.