I was recently encouraged by a friend to write on a subject that I have previously avoided. Specifically, running in circles wearing tight fitting underwear while people scream at me. (A.K.A. Track and field.) I decided to focus on the idea of longer distances, because I have a tough time resonating with anything that doesn't involve physical discomfort and embarrassment. Either way, here it is in rough draft form.
Fall, fall,
Footsteps fall
Through life and breath endure
The strides of the faithless
Falter and halt
But the faithful few
Will conquer
All.
Breathe, breathe
Chest heave
Your pain is not for naught
The limbs will grow heavy
Fire will flame
But through this hurt
Is a runner
wrought.
Die, die
Soul fly
The body gropes for death
Fully, pain overwhelms
Strives to kill
But Christ breathes in
a second
Breath.
Fall, fall
Footsteps fall
Through strife and death endure
Give Glory to the creator
Through strength of will
Who, in his dying
Has conquered
All.
Wrote this on my phone at work today, so I have no idea how to change the font. Deal with it.
Attended a concert this evening of "new" music, pieces written by Calvin students and profs in the past year .... all genres, styles and instrumental combinations. Your poem is very evocative of some of the lyrics of one young composer. These words would make a cool song ... : )
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