02 October 2010

Thank You

There's a fire in the western sky
Framed by the mountains.
As the sun sinks down
And day turns to dusk
My feet quicken.
I move like a shadow through the grayness
Silent
Save the soft patter of my feet.
Clad in gray,
Swift and smooth,
Running towards a destination
Unseen.
As the clouds thicken
And night gathers,
And the stars begin to shine,
I thank God
For these mountains
For this trail
For these legs
For this heart.
For what is man that You are mindful of him?
Thank you, Lord.

2 comments:

  1. This is very good. It has a rhythm of running, almost. Steady.
    I like it a lot.

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  2. I (mostly) wrote it while I was running. One of those things where it just comes to you.

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