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I Walk With Kings

I wear a poor man's shoes, No shine, no wax, no Italian leather,

But I walk with Kings.

My bank, and my wealth are tallied in the sum of these comfortable toe crammed prisons.

Released now and then to smell varnished hardwood floors,

The matted gray carpets,

And dew kissed grasses.

Toes tapping to various jazzes,

blues and funk.

Yes a poor man's shoe I wear,

But I walk with kings.

I am free to walk, to run, and rest in wild fields of clover,

In sleeping fields of winter wheat,

In yellow towers of August corn.

I am the subject,

Yet I walk with Kings.

I wear a poor mans shoes,

They are my treasures.

My over the rainbow realizations,

That the understanding is...

The shoes do not make the man,

But merely convey him to his ultimate destination.

No matter the lace, or the heel, the cut of the toe...

I wear a poor man's shoes,

But I walk with Kings

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  • klassy lassy
    April 20, 2008
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    May I share this with Jesse?

  • klassy lassy
    April 20, 2008

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    Bill,

    I have goosebumps reading this, and knowing what a rich man you truly are!

    A friend and I were having a conversation the other day and his spirit just radiates. I told him he was a rich man.

    For a moment, he looked the way I would imagine Santa Claus might look. His blue eyes, full of afternoon sunshine, twinkled beneath the brim of his hat, and the dimple in his cheek became a canyon as he laughed happily. "Yes," he grinned, "I have a very wealthy father and mother!"

    Now, I might have suspected I was in the presence of a king, but one thing I am sure of, we were both in the presence of angels!

    May their wings always give you a soft place for your head, Bill. ~K

    Oh yes! Bookmarked!






  • MargaretG
    April 19, 2008

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    This is peaceful, with great assurance that outward appearances do not matter. The repeated lines bring that forward, and you also find the positives in a simple life.


  • ten thousand cicadas gold member
    April 18, 2008

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    Really nice, Bill. We are so much more than our "shoes," if our heart and determination are in the right place. I love all the beautiful images you have used.

    May your path be made straight, and may your shoes lead you ever higher.


  • aboomer silver member
    April 15, 2008
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    This is beautiful! Love your wording!!!
    A fantastic write!
    blessings


    • W B Burkholder
      April 16, 2008
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      Thanks aboomer for commenting here, hope life is treating you kind and fine


  • marc creamore
    April 14, 2008

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    Bill . . . and may those poor man's shoes indeed carry you to your ultimate destination, a destination that we all long for . . . and hey my friend, thank you once again for all the promotion you have given to me over the last couple of months . . . I really, really appreciate it . . peace bro, Marc


    • W B Burkholder
      April 15, 2008
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      Thank you Marc for your reply, its about getting the word out brother and I love to do my part for ya

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