Barefoot

Jake
Jake
Oct 26, 2018 · 1 min read

broken down and barefoot
the way a poet was meant to be
free to feel
sway in the afternoon breeze
free to speak
draw out discarded things
as the tide sets its
garbage to shore
only in bare feet
is life brought to sand


My wife will be going on a medical missions trip at the end of the year as a nursing student. It has long been on my wife’s heart to engage in serving communities that lack access to the basic medical services that frankly I take for granted. Considering the pittance I make as a poet, through the month of October I am dedicating my writing to our goal of finding at least 100 people able to contribute $10, which would go a long way in turning this possibility into a reality.

If it is within your means and these types of works are ones you like to support, I ask that you would consider donating here — every little bit helps. If you are not able to, I appreciate you all the same — I would just ask you keep us in your thoughts and prayers.

half truths

Meditations and observations at the crossroads of faith, life lessons, love, creativity and encouragement for when life gets rough. A journal from Jake Lira.

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I want to write the words I wish were written for me. For those dark moments I kept to myself and insisted on standing alone — even though I never really was.

half truths

Meditations and observations at the crossroads of faith, life lessons, love, creativity and encouragement for when life gets rough. A journal from Jake Lira.

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