Somewhere along the way the sandal was lost. I wore but one.
One foot burned, one did not.
I came to the town walking with a noticeable limp
and two children ran to me.
Are you hurt? the tiny girl said. Sir, you walk funny.
I gently rubbed the back of their heads.
I said reassuringly, the sand stole my sandal.
Can sand do that? asked the little boy.
Well, I laughed, apparently this sand did because I
could not find that which gave my right foot comfort.
You could have mine, said the little girl.
And you could have mine, chimed the little boy.
I picked up one on each arm. I kicked off the other sandal.
I looked both in the eyes. I was drawn into four
brown suns of innocence.
I was peering at God.
And I said, Little Masters, as I began walking limpless.
Thank you for reminding me that love heals all.
-Rumi
