We had hiked the hills a long, long way
My privilege was to gift their feet that day
Soak in warm water, soothe with mint lotion
Seemed to me just the right heaven-sent potion
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Hey, there, nce poetry and nice person behind the poem! Enjoyed reading. Thank you.
It occurred to me then how my Savior's gift waits To be opened and entered as tabernacle gates Miltonic way of expression... nice one