Moving smoothly along an empty beach
Early in the morning misty thick
With spring warmth, a pre-dawn dewy haze,
You can hear his breathing
In timed panting with his feet's
Sandy slapping, leaving wet impressions
Moving his legs in ecstatic delight,
Enjoying the feel of his muscles,
Taut and working,
Moving him, pushing him,
Through the glowing dawn, the salt air.
Gulls in white swirls
Cry out his presence to the day,
To the sleeping sea.
Arms taut and solid by his sides,
Moving in balanced rhythm,
His head up, smiling open and large,
Intense in his celebration
And worship, he runs.
In solitude, Jesus runs.
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This is from my only collection of poetry, The Godtouch, which you can read online or buy using the links below. The poem opens the Easter section of the book, offering a somewhat different view of how Jesus may have spent some of his time alone. What do you think? Do you think Jesus ever ran on the beach?
• Kindle version.