Sunday, May 06, 2012

My run, my song of praise

Feet touching ground
romancing dew-kissed grass
Heart pumping blood 
warming veins 
Lungs expanding
as air rushes in and out
through flaring nostrils
slightly open mouth
Arms swing 
back and forth
Eyes fixed 
I run

The pounding in my breast
the burn of oxygen debt
tell me
I am alive

I am blessed

I am grateful
and I forever 

My run is my song of praise
It is when I feel God's goodness the most
It is how I best proclaim His greatness
in creation.

(Photo: Sun Runner by Banaski)