My halo slipped
a bit today…
I judged a man
for what he wore,
without a thought,
without a doubt,
his worth, or lack of it,
for
sure
I felt I knew.
His temple was in disrepair,
A shoddy remnant
of a time when
time was good
and he was strong,
that time is
gone,
As is his youth.
He squared his shoulders,
smiled at me, a little smile
that spoke of shame,
Then looked away,
at better days,
He is no stranger
to the truth.
My glance can be direct I’m told,
It’s often bold. It cuts beneath
to what is there and lays it bare
in search of truth.
I searched again, and saw it
there,
beneath the stains upon his brow
a gleaming light,
a subtle glow that’s
only seen by those who know.
I saw on him the mark of one
whom
God has blessed to
breathe his air
I saw the soul
in need of care.
The truth is not a sacred cow
to trot out Sunday’s…
and talk
about.
It lives and breathes
right hear and now
in that man’s plight.
His need is mine,
his joy is
mine,
His life divine.
That is the truth.
Scarlett Rains
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River Maria Urke interviewed a variety of women, over a three year span, about their infatuation with shoes. Women’s Obsession with Shoes (WOS) is a collection of the stories they shared. These are fun stories that spark memories. As we all know, a woman’s love for shoes has no boundaries. (My poor feet will attest that a size 10 foot will, indeed, fit into a lovely, sleek, size 8, shoe.) Well, I’m prying off those stilettos, putting on my Birkenstocks, and hurrying over to River’s blog, June 1st, to celebrate her tour launch. Come with me. 
