I-70 East 7:55pm

There’s something in me that wants to run. A feeling that runs deep down past my feet into the roots and amongst the earth I seek to be a part of.

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Who told you God wasn’t everywhere around you?

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Because what I see, when I look at a tree line across a field of Color, is salvation.

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And if I would start running towards it with the hopefulness I have in my heart that a secret was hidden in the stumps, just maybe it would actually be there upon arrival.

A secret from God so strong that it would muster up all the tears I’ve tried to cry, but couldn’t pour out all these years.

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Who said I couldn’t run?

Because when I look at my skeletal, I have legs all the way up to my chest, and the only space left is for my heart, always yearning for what I know is there, but haven’t seen yet.

There’s a pain in me that wants to work from sun up to sun down. Grow things. Be outside. To feel the sun. To work with my hands.

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To serve God and write beautifully.