Footprints on My Soul
God tiptoes in when I can be still and
know, those moments of calm so rare amid the daily hubbub. In pools of silence glassy reflections
show feather light touches that gentle the spirit.
God slides in when I am not looking and is
standing on second before I realize the ball’s in play. The sudden stop leaves toe marks that
wake and remind, this is important, pay attention, bring me home.
God skips in playfully when happiness
abounds, laughing eyes and gleeful girl giggles. Bounding rabbit tracks that glow with warmth and
satisfaction spreading in circles like excited hugs.
God runs in the frantic activity that
chases us daily. Assisted by
Anthony and Jude ever ready to repair and restore. A dash that results in a path strewn with reminders that
even though I forget, I am never forgotten.
God stomps in when I am oblivious, or just
plain stubborn, causing crater like impressions that leave no doubt as to
correct direction or path.
God dances in those moments of awe,
sometimes the waltz of the Mass, ordered, constrained, yet soaring. Sometimes a foxtrot that sets the heart
thumping or swing that sends you flying, all leaving patterns that shape.
God stands in my life when I need to rest,
when stability and solace require.
Those times I know I can’t go on and hope is a dim and distant
feeling. Not just marks this time,
something solid to hang on to till I am on my feet once again.
