Well, apparently, it’s National Poetry Month. So I thought I’d share a poem I wrote about 8 years ago. Being a runner, it really solidifies what Paul talks about when he says in 1 Corinthians 9:24, “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it.”
The Runner’s Heart
The gun shouts, “GO!” You leap with all might.
Yet you quickly realize there’s no end in sight.
All that you see is the back of your foe.
Quickly, your legs fail to breathe, and you begin to slow.
Next your eyes start to squint as your sweat burns them dry.
Your lungs feel collapsed, and your minds asks you, “Why?”
“Why do you run? What is the gain?
When it’s all said and done, there’s just too much pain.”
But, then it all changes as you discretely hear
your coach yelling softly, “Press on. The end is near.”
You look up to see him, but all is a blur.
Yet you press on still harder after what you’ve just heard.
Your legs have stopped running. Your lungs won’t fill up.
But, a teammate is cheering, “Don’t you give up!”
With all you can gather and all that you can’t,
you take one more stride and gasp one more pant.
You cross the finish, and finally you’re done.
You don’t even place, but, the real race you’ve won.
See, you never gave up right from the start.
For the real race is run in the runner’s heart.
-Dan Barnett