Sundown Marathon 2010

And they shall know No Fear

Their feet shall be swift like the winds, their endurance like the endless tides,
their fortitude like steel, and their morale unshakable, the fiery souls of immortals piercing the misty night.

With their minds at peace, their pace in check, hearts beat in unison, and they shall stride in harmony across the moonless blight.

The winds will rise, the rain beats down, their thighs will burn, their pace will slow, but they’ll never be broken, and they shall know no fear.

And with the crack of dawn they return as one, the first and the last man march abreast, silhouettes against the horizon’s first light. The standard bearer waves his flag, and the crowds roar in delight, as the runners end their triumphic flight.

Setback

Sitting in my room,
strumming on my own
my guitar shared the pain.
All the same old tunes, but different from before.
No pick was used, just the flat of my thumb,
producing a muffled downcast tune,
not assertive, not insistent.
Slower than the usual pace, kind and forgiving,
as befitted this humbled state.

Devoid of lyrics, as none were needed.
Only the lonely chords, soft and melocholic,
with haunting silence between breaks.

Slowly it emptied my mind,
and along came the peace.
Soon sleep shall come, and with new hope brings the morrow...