My run, my song of praise

Feet touching ground

romancing dew-kissed grass

Heart pumping blood 

warming veins 

Lungs expanding

contracting 

as air rushes in and out

through flaring nostrils

slightly open mouth

Arms swing 

back and forth

Eyes fixed 

ahead

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 

will 

be

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)