These Boots
Boots were made for walking,But what is walking for?
--To keep the mind so busy,
Always looking for some more ?
Looking for embetterment,
We walk from place to place,
Seeking yet not finding,
What we lost in life's short race;
Our innocence forgotten,
Our joy hidden --do tell,
Maybe a drink will help us,
To forget the nag as well;
The voice inside that haunts us,
Tells us we're less than they,
Tells us that we have failed at life,
Tells us we should not pray,
If we would ask for help,
God surely would respond,
And yet we are so fearful
Of His anger towards our wrong,
Yet how could Love respond to fear,
When fear is all made up ?
And how could Love seek out revenge,
For It overflows it's cup,
With Grace, a smile extending,
Leaving no thing apart,
It sees no evil in us,
For it knows we are but art;
Let's leave the boots aside today,
Walk barefoot with me now,
And feel the earth under our toes,
--Our innocence and how !
Connected to the All that Is,
That is in every place,
Inside us each and everyone,
No part left to dis-grace.