"Buttprints in the Sand"

[crowdog66]

(originally posted to Diaryland.com, 2003-10-24 - 1:41 a.m.)

Work, work, work... Captain Canuck... Ipsos-Reid... sleep, eat, work...


So, to fill the diary interval, I've pulled out an old favorite standard of mine. It pretty much sums up the responsible-for-your-own-progress attitude that I love about Paganism, and is a riff on the old Christian standard, "Footprints in the Sand".


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"Buttprints in the Sand"

by Ray Brumback (tweaked by yours truly)


One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen:
The Goddess's footprints they were,
But mine were not along the shore.


And when some stranger prints appeared.
I asked Her, "What do have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet."


"My child," She said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made Me wait."


"You would not learn, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up --
And there I dropped you on your butt.


"Because in life, there comes a time
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."