Tiny Feet A child’s tiny feet,Blue, blue with cold,How can they see and not protect you?Oh, my God! Tiny wounded feet,Bruised all over by pebbles,Abused by snow and soil! Man, being blind, ignoresthat where you step, you leaveA blossom of bright light,that where you have placedyour bleeding little solesa redolent tuberose grows. Since, however, you …