I Run: a Poem

Stumbling
blood scraped knees
weary
I run.

An oasis in this desert
the life source
in a land of death
I run

from myself
my excuses and
fears.

Desperate
for this
so•hard•yet•so•easy•discipline

read
pray
worship
delight

“fill me”
I ask.

It took all
just to
run

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