Wednesday, May 10, 2006

on earth as in heaven

Poem after a morning run

I lift my eyes up
Jet trails cross magic dawn
Jogging shot through with day glow

To worship God of hills and planes
No escape, no illusion
For to jog on this silent planet
Is rhythm
Is now
Is Grounded present

Posted by steve at 02:29 PM

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