Thursday, February 17, 2011
Hope springs with the rising of the sun
A breath of fresh air inspires and provides vigor
The feeling of interior warmth, mixed with the chill of morning air
Blends together an enticing concoction.
Music of yesterday plays and brings about a smile
The turnover of strengthened legs up a long hill
Gaining momentum as the climbing continues
Heart beats both out of enthusiasm and exertion
Thoughts of inspiration and the reality of perspiration.
There is a sense of newness and promise
Of what has been, what is, and what is to come.
Of gratitude and relief
Of purpose and belief.
The road that lies ahead
Does not have to be filled with dread
A plan is in hand
One that I now understand.
My run is never quite alone
For hope is by my side.