Somewhere along the way the sandal was lost

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