The vicar general, shying away from ‘paganism’ hangs back
and sits under a tree reading the guidebook.
I am able to approach the Buddhas barefoot and undisturbed, my feet in
wet grass, wet sand. – Thomas Merton describing his visit to the sleeping Budhas in the Asian Journal
My son comes walking to me, barefoot,
across the wet summer
The morning light lays soft around him
and in that moment I see how it
how every child is a contemplative,
exposed in every way to the Now.
“This is what you must become,” Jesus
and I see now how it has always been, God
and his children, barefoot, the morning
cool and wet beneath their feet.
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