One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her, "What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet."
"My child," She said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You would not learn, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take astand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
Author unknown
BECAUSE SOME PIECES ARE MISSING, BECAUSE OTHERS FIT SO WELL TOGETHER IT LEAVES ME SPEECHLESS. BECAUSE I'M FIGURING OUT HOW TO MAKE IT ALL WORK.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Buttprints in the Sand
Posted by Wiski at 9:01 AM
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