SHOES

(March 21, 2010) Shoes in the tree; shoes on the sand. These were two images from the past two days that stick in my mind as I think about the Riverwalk. Sometimes the day is just best recounted in poetry. Here is a sonnet:

A pair of walking shoes lasts me three months,
As on the Riverwalk I trek the trails;
The Bible says that God supplies birds' wants
Yet, I can't wait, so buy my shoes on sale.

Now, if we look, does God supply our needs?
Each week along the path I see lost shoes;
Human discards, not growth from leather seeds.
Each noticed shoe sparks up the inner muse.

Two baby shoes in grass, who left them there?
Was this a child who played so hard that she
Ignored the loss that left her feet so bare?
Or was this God's free gift, a child's size three?

If God provides us shoes right out of heaven,
Would He please leave a pair of size eleven?



It was another great day on the Riverwalk.