I fumbled through my words
as my feet hit the pavement
slowly holding their pace –
my heart steadily pumping blood
to the tiny life inside.
“I need comfort” was all I could get
out between exhaustive breaths.
I don’t often come to you as the miracle worker
you are, but recognize your capability.
Some days, I need a friend to greet.
On this early sunrise, you met me.
We pound out, side by side, partners.
Sweat brings renewal, you sprinkle
heat and a cool breeze on my skin.
I heard you say that to know you is where
my comfort resides.
I look at the sunrise you sketched this morning
and feel you pull a blanket of pinks and blues
over my tense shoulders.
I’m running to you. Give me enough air
to reach you.
I’ve found myself in my running shoes for the past few months, searching. For strength, energy (more of it), but mostly for the quiet. Our lives are chaotic with change, business, and beautiful people. We’ve made memories this summer with our loved ones, shared long, hot days, and I’ve found myself searching particularly hard for comfort. When life presents challenge, it’s startling how quickly I am to return to poor coping mechanisms. Running has been providing me a bit of solace and sweat, especially on the muggy mornings before the sun rises.
I’ve been able to spend time thinking, praying, and attempting to approach a quiet heart and mind.
I’m especially full of gratitude when the soul maker, healer, savior of my heart meets me out there. Thank you for this morning, thank you.