I found myself, this morning,
Participating in a ‘new’ sport.
Though timeless, reaching back to my youth.
As the days curb closer, the end of the year nears,
So do the shadows stretch out before me.
Chasing shade spots, as I pounded the pavement,
trying to hide from the sun, which was already
shooting shards of heat and demanding her dominance.
Shade then became God’s grace revealed.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 6:45 PM UTC
I found myself, this morning,
Participating in a ‘new’ sport.
Though timeless, reaching back to my youth.
As the days curb closer, the end of the year nears,
So do the shadows stretch out before me.
Chasing shade spots, as I pounded the pavement,
trying to hide from the sun, which was already
shooting shards of heat and demanding her dominance.
Shade then became God’s grace revealed.
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