Souls

Shoes in church



I showered and shaved.............. I adjusted my tie.



I got there and sat............ In a pew just in time.



Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes.



I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed.



With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, 'Why must our soles

touch?'



It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.



A prayer began: 'Our Father'.............. I thought, 'This man with the

shoes, has no pride.