Member Care and Doing Good IV

Now and Again--Again
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I once thought that my feet
were shod
with special ornate sandals.

Winged sandals to let me soar
as a special person.

But I was wrong.

Instead I learned that my feet
were shorn
with a common iron nail.

A wingless nail to help me limp
as a common person.

I am human not Hermes.

Pierced feet to follow the Pierced-One.
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Now and again.