A Quiet Run

I took a jog recently,

you know the kind with all the right gear

and the temperature

seemed ready to suggest

this human being is part of the machine.

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From inside my mind, decidedly

I picked a route far too familiar, that place, that region

where everyone wants to land

and no one takes the time to question why,

we just let ourselves step forward again.

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It isn’t until later on a quiet side road

everything is familiar,

the aches in our joints,

the sweaty brow we cannot seem to hide,

we are all the same again inside.

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Tonight I heard words that would suggest a different path,

one that appreciates my steps alone, my words, my world.


© Thom Amundsen 6/2021

A Prayer

Please God

… and then some words follow

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There is a belief

In asking for forgiveness

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I was taught

We already had a slew of sins

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Therefore a silent mandate

Was thrust upon our wary souls

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Each morning sunlight

Symbolic in its wonder

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Lights our way

While giving us shelter

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Each night then

The moon rises

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Providing a sort of

Night light; a soft reminder

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Allows me to reflect

Upon the day’s adventure

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Problem is

The sun rises again

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And the cycle

Starts over

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I can’t keep up

Suddenly I’m lost

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Wondering how to stop

The roller coaster of notions

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Yet there again

The moon settles upon the horizon

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A quiet reminder

A new day will follow