May I walk in this day
as though with bare feet:

more attuned to the cold and to
the extravagance of my comforts,

more inclined to splash playfully
in puddles than to avoid them,

more sensitive to the toe-stubbing-stones
that we so casually toss into one others’ paths,

slowed down by necessity of caution
to be more mindful of spirit and direction,

deliberately risking the softening of calluses
to sense more fully the mystery of holy ground.