Weeds of the World

Weeds of the World

I am running
wind in face
grass beneath feet
effortless pace

(just a stumble)

I am running
wind whipping through hair
grass crunching under weight
sudden need for air

(a mere trip)

I am running
wind tearing at my body
grass entangling my legs
all becomes anarchy

grass turns to weeds
nourished by the earth
in which its roots thrive
constantly growing
for the world’s will
rooting themselves in
the world’s ability

perhaps this once
they’ve caught me
dragging me towards the earth
towards the ashes
of my birth
and my inevitable
demise

before I hit the bottom
a gossamer of hope
reminds me that I’m not forgotten
for He will banish the weeds

a declaration:
NO LONGER WILL THESE WEEDS
ENTANGLE ME
NO LONGER WILL THESE WINDS
HOLD ME BACK

weeds turn back to grass
and I am running
Your wind caresses my face
Your grass propels me

I am running
I am Yours