Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Runner

The runner, sleek and swift,
Ascends the mountains,
Glides through the valleys;

In search of those
Off the lighted path
Those who've chosen a broken way,
Dwelling in the shadows.

The runner braves the race
To seek out the hurting
To father the orphaned
To restore the fractured
To bring the message to the poor.

Though his feet throb,
Blistered and worn,
He presses on.

Some smirk
At his bent towards saving others
They think it strange
As they sip their lattes
And bask in the summer sun,

But the runner searches in the rain-filled night
To find the one,
Who has left the flock,
Rescuing the wayward is his precious reward.

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