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
Save the soft patter of my feet.
Clad in gray,
Swift and smooth,
Running towards a destination
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.


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

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