Warrior Poet Circle: Running My Course

The road stretches out in front

Formidable and unyielding

Eyes lifted to horizon’s light

I feel the rush of beginning

Heart ready, legs jolted

I ease into my striding

Obstacles unseen unsettle me

But I navigate in narrow timing

The road was made for me

To bend beneath my running

Still the strain of trials wear

But this road still stands inviting

Its challenges remain unmet

Until grace propels my fighting

I linger on–just steps–at times

The strength seems all but fleeting

But soon I feel the second wind

My heart again is pounding

I cannot see the end as yet

And this is not my binding

I hear His voice so calm and sweet

Transfixing my heart to seeking

Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. –1 Corinthians 9:24

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 Welcome to the 41st edition of the Warrior Poet Circle. Time to pull up a seat, gather around the fire, and pour out our verses.

We’re writing honest poetry from our spiritual passion so come share your heart and maybe express yourself in a little different way. If you have a poem to contribute, add it to the link widget below. If not, read what others have written and I know you’ll enjoy it.