in my asics

running
(no ipod)
and i hear
the crunch of gravel
bluebird song and creek talk
the crackle of power lines overhead
squirrels scurrying through fall’s leaves
my breath,
rhythmic and heavy
and i remember that breathing is god’s name
YAHWEH
the inhale
the exhale
YAHWEH
the holy onomatopoeia
YAHWEH
and i remember that praying
doesn’t have to be words
we do not know
what we ought to pray for
but the Spirit himself
intercedes for us with
groans
that words cannot express
YAHWEH
the inhale
the exhale
and this is beautiful
because i don’t know how to pray
for the motherless
for the childless
for my girl, the one i mentor
so i breathe, YAHWEH
i breathe, YAHWEH
i breathe, YAHWEH
i breathe.
YAHWEH.

the wednesday-friday links:

tiffani for word women wednesday

emily for imperfect prose

bonnie at the faith barista for faith barista jam
casey at the wiegand's

beki at the rusted chain for fingerprint friday

michelle for caffeinated randomness

studio jru for sneak peek friday

jennifer v. davis for journeys