the homecoming

forced by circumstances (a.k.a. stadium closed)
i undertook an ardous, reluctant long run
it's been v v long since i last did one
all my running has been speed, speed, speed

today my plan was to get myself lost
then 20mins later, run home

it started off well enough
i didn't dare run too fast
and sure enough
i began turning a darker shade of blue
then i was prompted to include god in my run

and today, my run was exhilirating
thrills ran through my body and soul
pleasures coursed through my veins
pain echoed in my legs
fatigue thundered my lungs
and i've come to truly acknowledge
that all these are part of god's creation

there is the thirst,
then there is the quench
neither meaningful without the other
that is why god said
'I am who I am'
because that is most apt
and that it most enjoyable

and through everything i discovered
that I have been left dry for far too long
i've left god out of my affairs
and i've rung hollow
in today's communion with god,
i found that self that has been missing

i begin to see that we are called to live
in accordance to his will
in that we may not become one kind of christian
but we may experience uniqueness
by following his one law
we do not end up as of one nature
but of individuals, but in absolute freedom
and in this we are not bound

in the same way as i ran and tried to get lost
i always ended up heading home
no matter how i turned or direct bashed
i would come home
and then i realised,
that today, i really did come home