Pardon my muddy feet, God of raindrops and wriggle worms. I\'ve been outside, Splashing in puddles like a child, trying to rediscover your creations: Cloak of fog, spider web weavings, Birds of different feathers dining peacefully together. I get too busy to enjoy it. Thank you for this mud -luscious day when I am brought to my knees in awe, The best place to meet you-- as any child knows. I plan to pray barefoot from now on, curling my toes and stretching toward you, becoming like a child, as you encourage, so each day can be a whole-body experience. For it is because of you, That I am.