This Time, I'll Run

There are times
When I remember to look up
To see clouds chasing clouds on a canvass of blue
Times when I feel my own breath
So gentle, so foreign
And I think of You

Tell me once more about the sunlight
How it touches everyone without discrimination
How the rain washes all dirt
From everything without hesitation

The sky above where angels mingle
The breath I borrow that one day I'll return
When I think of You, my Lord
My eyes burn

Have You not granted me the world
And miracles, blessings, and above all, Love?
Have I offered in return
Promises, more promises, and what of my love?

Yet, tell me once more about the Path
That's narrow and less traveled
Ask me to hurry, to come home
This time, I'll run!


August 1993
thai ta

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