SHOE-LESS IN NADA
Once, it was a bad dream,
a little girl at school, no shoes
out of place, out of grace
a pearl born to lose
it’s shell broken to dust
in a wilderness between
heaven and hell.
Now, it’s freedom’s heart
the naked feet on ground
of earth, not flat but round
no beginning, no start,
Just bare feet on earth
Not a curse,
but a blessed rebirth.
Georgi Y. Johnson