In this deviation from my normal posts, I share with you an attempt to merge my loves for God, poetry and running:
A squirrel scurries up a nearby tree,
Startled by a heavy rhythmic tread.
The leaves of trees and bushes rustle,
I ponder prayer and run, I look ahead;
A deer crosses my path with little bustle
As I thank God for what he has said
And all that he has caused to be.