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  • Gary Hunter

Our Barefoot Beliefs - May 24, 2021

Something keeps us either sober and

hopeful or drunk and confused about beliefs

throughout our lives though neither matters

because everyone stops to wonder in between

swallows why life makes us walk barefoot

through spiny deserts splintered forests

along stony roads up and down jagged cliffs

Oh Grace will reach out occasionally and

loan us sandals to ease our journey but

Death lurks out there somewhere so

we remain vigilante stepping through tall grass

or the night sand always watching

for the second pothole that

comes right after the

one we unavoidably

trip over


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