Work out—
Let your body speak:
Flesh stretching,
Fibers straining,
Blood pounding,
Mind alert.
There’s a list—
Push-ups, planks, presses—
Each one chasing the same prize:
Strength.
Discipline.
Endurance.
But one remains unsung,
Unseen in gym mirrors,
Unlisted in fitness charts,
Unshared across the globe.
It is the exercise of the unseen—
A sacred training:
Prayer.
Not whispered ritual,
But a fire-breathed posture—
Spirit clenched,
Soul bending,
Body bowed low.
This workout unbinds:
Spirit ignited,
Soul awakened,
Mind renewed—
A trembling reach
That brushes the robe of God.
Spirit meeting Spirit,
Deep calling unto deep.
They call it prayer.
But I—
I know it as sweat of the soul.
For while the body gains little,
The one who presses through to touch the Divine
Is changed.
Expanded.
Exalted.
Magnified.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
Work out—
Let your body speak:
Flesh stretching,
Fibers straining,
Blood pounding,
Mind alert.
There’s a list—
Push-ups, planks, presses—
Each one chasing the same prize:
Strength.
Discipline.
Endurance.
But one remains unsung,
Unseen in gym mirrors,
Unlisted in fitness charts,
Unshared across the globe.
It is the exercise of the unseen—
A sacred training:
Prayer.
Not whispered ritual,
But a fire-breathed posture—
Spirit clenched,
Soul bending,
Body bowed low.
This workout unbinds:
Spirit ignited,
Soul awakened,
Mind renewed—
A trembling reach
That brushes the robe of God.
Spirit meeting Spirit,
Deep calling unto deep.
They call it prayer.
But I—
I know it as sweat of the soul.
For while the body gains little,
The one who presses through to touch the Divine
Is changed.
Expanded.
Exalted.
Magnified.
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