Buttprints in the Sand

One night I had a wondrous dream;
One set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along side Hers.

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

"My child,” She said in sombre tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and would have 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.

"You see, in life there are such times
When one must strive and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand
Or leave their butt-prints in the sand.”

Anonymous