Footprints

Frost sits on the grass
in the cool of the morning.

I walk and behind me
footprints follow.

In front of me, I no longer see footprints
for I’m no longer guided that way.

Rather, He who I follow

has imprinted His footprints

on my heart.

I now understand

in a different way.

-akw-

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