Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Desert Run

I run.

To where the drone of highway traffic
Becomes the hum of desert insects.

I run.

To where footprints are outnumbered
By animal tracks.

I look back.

To where I can see it
All in perspective now.

I know I'm not the only one
Because mine are not the only footprints.


Jesus withdrew by boat for solitude; I run.  What is important is that Jesus did not dwell on his grief (for the beheading of John the Baptist).  Instead, He returned to the ministry He came to do.

where Glory meets my suffering