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Footprints

As I walk along the beach, waves crashing upon the sand, and a gentle breeze blows through my hair. I stop. A puzzling expression crosses my face as i look behind me at the trail created. Footprints, how they are layed out before me. Only if in all aspects of life could you see your trails left behind. How would that be bestowed upon us?

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/10/2009 6:55:00 AM

Being able to see before the footprints are made and to be able to redirect our path to a more desirable path with a more desirable outcome would be great but impossible only through careful thought can we more intelligently direct our path and through the spirit can we with wisdom direct our path. Thanks for the comments on my writing. This piece is a thought provoking. Sara

John Freeman

Date: 7/29/2009 1:11:00 PM

Yes indeed if only we could! Welcome to poetry soup, Moses

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 7/27/2009 2:39:00 PM

Welcome to PoetrySoup Jesse. Love, Carol

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/27/2009 11:32:00 AM

Interesting thoughts put on paper. Exactly what would we see in our wake. It might be the scariest ghost story ever written.. Sara