Every step in life, the weight of us sinks into the soil

Impressions of our existence give us away

We see the footprints as a tale of our past

But in truth they are of the present, part of the now

They are truth holes, places that cradle and treasure understanding

Every indent a merge of life and lesson

Never to be forgotten or dismissed

We cannot undo the telling, the knowing, the seeing 

This is the grace in our story