Walking in his moccasins
I felt a pain
shoot up my leg.
I tried to shift terrain,
find smoother ground,
a grassy place
rolled flat.
I shook my foot
and curled my toes.
The pain insistent
made me stop,
sit down,
remove the pebble
buried in the hide,
the stone
that made him cry
in fearful rage.
Ah yes, trying to walk in an other’s moccasins, even a few steps is not at all easy. Especially when we do not fully know about the pain the other has experienced.
Yet another powerful image that has touches my soul.
Thanks Bill!
Steve and Lynne