Monday, March 30, 2015

The Runner (#PoetryMonday*)

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
Trailing him
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.
Above him
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.

* It's PoMo! To learn about PoMo (POetry MOnday), click here and then scroll down.  

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.



1 comment:

  1. If Jesus could get away by himself on the beach then, yes, I think he would run. I must share this with my former pastor. He was one of our guides when we visited the Holy Land and will appreciate this.


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