HEAVEN'S AFOOT
She held my hand as we walked
on sandy beaches and cobbled
sidewalks that wound through
European neighborhoods older
than our grandmothers.
We tiptoed, my muse and I,
past monoliths and monasteries
searching for god in the faces
and places of 9 countries and
3 continents.
We found it, though. Everywhere
we went, there was the love,
beauty, intelligence, and joy. Like
Dorothy's ruby slippers, we'd
brought the magic with us.
I like this one alot.
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