Listen! My beloved!
Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
- Song Of Solomon 2:8
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Each step...swept through air and a
moments joy against the
ground.
Our love is found in distance.
We are joy in depth and truth and our stride barely contains the
rush of steps eager to sweep the earth. Running is the act of
reuniting steps and ground and breath to air.
We become the sum of all parts - runner and path
rediscovering themselves as one.
Running is our cry for the beloved...and the
world responds with love and distance to
be covered.
Peace,
Eric
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