Poem: Blood on the Stones

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Blood on the Stones

The Path is full of stones.
They cut your feet,
cut through your protective shoes.
They shift beneath you.
Nothing is secure or simple.

At times you can see the horizon.
More often you cannot.
And so you walk
in faith, praying

the blood left on the stones
is worth the destination.

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