Bless My Sole

My soles are set free when I walk in my house, Free once I walk through the door. My soles are free to feel every emotion, When they walk all over the floor, On the deep piles of plush, which shags both my soles, Loving tendons, ankles, heels and big toes, The rug kneading and soothing, rubbing and stroking, Turning both of my soles into dough. And once my soles have unwound to an ease, After their escape from their cells, My other soul’s set free from its daily torment, My other soul’s relaxing as well. My sole gifts my soul a lovely small gift, Every day when I no longer roam… My sole relaxes every bit of my soul, When I stand on the carpet at home.