These boots are well-worn. They were once well cared for.

Their soles now threadbare. They were once fresh and new.

They’ve meandered along murky paths.

They’ve paddled through putrid puddles.

They’ve floundered over filthy fields.

They’ve been soiled and stained by stench.

They’re tattered and tired. They long to be smart and strong.

They’re ruined and ravaged. They long to be repaired and redeemed.

These boots no longer fit my purpose.

Their soles have smothered my soul.

Their straps have suffocated my spirit.

These boots have terminated their trek.

These boots have halted their hike.

He hands me a box. Tied with a ribbon.

I peer inside.

Sparkling new boots!

Sturdy and strong. Unused and untainted.

Pristine and perfect. Fresh and flawless.

He takes my hand. He secures my straps.

He gently taps the sides, “All ready?”

I gaze up at him. Smiling, I nod calmly.

A new journey awaits!

Side by side. Step by step.