A jog before some egg-yolk sun is
cracked across the sky
breathing even with the drumming of my Asics
velvet morning drape still hanging thick on our globe
the moisture grips to my face and lungs
it will rain
it must
my chest swollen with this joy
I puff out metered whispers
and You answer with stillness in my heart
temptations cannot touch the hour of six-'o-clock
this is our time of simplicity
and You make my way sure
every step
Wow Karin, this is excellent. I felt claustrophobia and frustration strong enough that I had to stand up and take a deep breath after reading it. Praise God your protector has overcome your pursuer and you will stand.
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Ha, oops, that last comment was supposed to be for "this again".
ReplyDeleteThis one's really good too.
-Gabe
thanks gabe :) thanks for taking the time to read them!
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