Being still

If I had a choice, being still

would not be an option.


In fact, pushing, increasing

my speed, is my preference.


But, the footing isn’t always

sure, the tumble can injure.


What’s left is slow stillness;

not by choice, but just because.


Plans fade in the fog of meds,

and a new awareness emerges.


I’ve been training for the race,

But it’s not as I had envisioned.


God has had another race in mind;

the reward is not medals, but eternity.


Sprints and squats cannot get me

fully ready for this joyful finish line.


Only failure, set backs, sorrow, death

can strengthen me to run the race,


persevering to the end, crossing the

line, not finishing, but beginning again.


6 September 2015

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