Misty Morning
I left home one early Misty morning
I took for granted the shoes on my feet
I have worn old shoes ready to be tossed
But never have been forced to be shoeless
The pavement was cold and wet
And I saw a man I'd never met
He crossed the intersection as I
Waited for the light to change.
I noticed that he was barefooted
And immediately thought that there
Must be something that I could do.
I thought of the shoes on my feet.
Instead of making a Uturn for home,
I turned left that I might meet the man.
By then I'd decided to give him my shoes.
I got his attention and offered him my shoes.
He hesitated, but I insisted that my shoes had
Now became his shoes. He reluctantly accepted
The gift of shoes and continued on his way, and
I headed home, excited to be minus a pair of shoes.
I was one barefooted happy man on my way home.
I pulled onto my driveway and walked the few feet
To a warm house and put on another pair of shoes.
I was so grateful to God for giving me such opportunity.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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