Walking in the sand ,I look back to see footprints, not just mine. More than one, there are many, as I danced through my life.
Walking in the sand, I look back, footprints I see fewer now. Family and friends I have left behind, as now I walk my path, with new responsibilities, new gravity.
Walking in the sand I look back, there are footprints coming, footprints leaving, Some to help cross that stormy seas, others to shoulder the weight, when heavily laden, and then there are some who try to break me .
Walking in the sand I look back, I see one set of footsteps, a constant. Through the thick and thin of life, through the perils and the joys, never leaving my side, always close by, always holding me .
Walking in the sand, I look back, oh now I see none, but just mine. Shuddering beneath the staggering pain, I walk alone in the shadow of death. Suddenly I feel weightless and calm, as my pain leaves and my fear is gone, for the One set of footprints I see, are not mine but of the One who carries me .
Mary Jacob 