my feet aren't as soft as they used to be.
i guess it's just another way the city has.
to callous the places i walk.
if i felt everything beneath me-perhaps, my steps would shrink and slow.
and i'd stay closer to home..
or perhaps i'd understand...and begin to share the scars of the Beloved.
i expected in the midst of leading my servant team, to discover all i lacked. all my flaws, my inadiquacies, and selfishness.
and i did discover-but not in the way i'd expected.
because they brought me new eyes. to see the ladies on the street, and the beggars by the metro, the girls in the gach, and myself.
to see again the image of God~a beating heart not a hungry mouth.
they gave me eyes to see this city with compassion and concern. they've challenged me to live my speech.
and soften my heart.
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