(Google image: stock image. Image description: Sand stretchers forward on a beach with palm trees to the right and the ocean to the left. The sun is rising to the right over the trees. A person – a runner – who is mid-stride can be seen. One foot is in the sand and the other is lifted up. The trainers are white, pink and grey and blend in with the overall palette of the image. The runner is only seen from the feet and slightly upward. The focus on running feet is prominent.)
Why are you running?
Why are you
Running?
Where are you going?
Are you training
For a race to a far off land?
Why are you running weary
away
From me?
Desperate in your need
Your speed
And self-resoluteness?
Your self-assurance
And Your deep fear?
You cover it with
Well honed badges
And stories
And well rehearsed
lines
For yourself
as much as for them
For yourself
Much More than for them
You still (some of you)
Self-sew
A patch with
My name
Upon your
Grief-worn
Running clothes
As if a self-made
Claim
Will keep you running
In my lane
Or mean that you’re walking with me at all
How I long
To show you how
To walk in my ways
Help you heal
from
Every misstep
Every Desperate
Attempt
And fall
This road
You’re running made
By the grooves of
A myriad of
Wayward feet
Yet here
Here is
The thin path
Of my way
Here take
My
Own shoes
And learn
To walk
In my path
Feel the pattern of my
Own feet
And
Learn of me
Thanks for these stimulating words.
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Hi Ian, Welcome. 🙂 Glad these words inspired. – Rev. Allison
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