Sunday, May 29, 2016


After Hebrews 12:1-3

It’s the noise I’m most
conscious of, the noise
of voices, thousands,
murmurs becoming shouts
as the starting gun is fired,
as we begin the run

my throat feels the cinders
of the track, dry and sharp,
my legs move, a motion
both visible and not,
a motion of muscles
and bone flowing
with the motion of the heart
and soul, moving together,
a torrent of silence crashing
against the noise, the murmurs,
the shouts as we run.

Photograph by Rostislav Kralik via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Jerry said...

Love it. The theme to Chariots of Fire is looping in my head now.