the road must end somewhere. there was an unspeakable joy within me as i placed my feet on the dashboard. the windshield flashed memories and illusions of what could be. everything planned since childhood was brought to life on the screen. then it all came to a stop. we pulled over. you opened my door. i didn't want to leave.
like i said.
it will all run out
when you find me sitting in
your passenger seat
let me back in. it's cold out and it's raining. i tread aimlessly on mirroring asphalt. the horizon comes slower than ever. in desperation i watch my feet and imagine another set of prints beside mine. kind of like that poem you find in people's bathrooms that talks about footprints and such. i'm not being carried this time. i brought this upon myself.
all i have is His raise peeking effortlessly through the dark atmosphere.
that should be enough to keep me going.
it'll never run out.
He'll never run out.
i'll never run out.
so now, i run.
the showers may break harder and sting my face with frost. being fueled with Love going beyond measure, i can run for hours, days, millennia. may He renew my heart and be my strength as i run with fervor and breathe with depth. may i run to win and to win a prize. that though all may see, i will set my eyes on You.
if i run the race with His raise drawing ever nearer...
maybe, eventually.
he'll see me
in his rearview mirror.
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