This day I was walking
with my light hoofed step
and I tripped on an old root
While smiling to a sweet face.
And things mended.
Next blood gushed from my toe
in the water
as I struggled to retract my leg
from where it decided to go.
Love! Love me!
What was that for, God?
And so I walk light hoofed
but with more intention,
and to help kitties in the dark
S M A S H my toes into the brick,
the pain progresses up me to my ankles,
my earth anchors.
OK God, I hear you.
Why are you smashing my delicates to smitherines?
Why are you punishing?
I must be bad very very bad.
I must be on the wrong path.
I name myself ugly name "Gretta the Toeless"
And then one morning when the moon was croning and all was dark, he whispered:
"You've forgotten about the wings on your back."
 And the angels laugh.
I laugh.
And God grins.
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