discalceation

come all you lonely

to your home in the forests

to the banks of the prairie 

in trees of the garden

the ants have built pyramids

the earth placed her chapels

the birds made their nests 

from clouds and the sky 

but the children are lost

all the pilgrims are gone

the cuts on their feet

they've been gone for too long

the cuts on your feet

you've been gone for too long