"Sandals"

The steps I take, I take not thinking
Of the prints I leave
Till I look behind me in the sand
And wonder, whose little steps are these
I leave my sandals, above the mark
Of tide and time erased
To set out barefoot on the shore
My steps more surely placed
Check back again, the little prints
Have shed their sandals too
So careful now, I take the steps
That will lead them back to You

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke