Dear God, Can I walk today, with light feet, disturbing nothing? Let my footfalls crush not a twig or leaf. Let me leave behind only love, dear Lord, in the hearts of those I meet.
Yet I sow chaos too often as I march through these days, kicking up dust even as I imagine I am trying to help. Let me learn to go gently, Lord, gently.
Let even my footprints disappear, the blades of grass unfurl. If one meets me, let them feel only warmth and new growth that I pass along from you.