No Footprints

A wind comes east from western trace.
It blows the dust from mountains there.
A smell of pine against the

They found a footprint
turned to stone
in an ancient river
long dried up. A woman,
my height. My weight.

Footsteps Of The Holy One ...

I want to follow the footsteps of the Holy one.

His name is Jesus Christ

Someone walks on time embark
in sand or soil, their feet will mark
Poised, mechanically, step to tread
moving on, no sign