Sway

So much unnoticed - as if our eyes were meant to
view the world but not the secrets of its
gifts.
Yet grace appears in the faith beyond
our senses...it's the sway of leaves
dancing in an unseen breeze.

There's a holy breeze constant in its giving...close your
eyes and sway

 

 

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One of the joys distance running, long miles on trails and through unpopulated land - is that it takes a runner beyond. A runner's steps trace a map that leads inwards and each mile delves to deeper terrain. Ancient runners searched for magic with their steps - a vision quest of motion. We are an ancient breed too - runners in modern garb and tribal hearts. We search for magic, a wish to step beyond and every mile is the promise to endure. And we do.