June 4, 2011

The Race

Sometimes it still hurts.
Sometimes the remains of what once was piles up like dirt.
And I realize there’s more moving on to be done.
And the race I thought was finished is still being run.
But not alone, just not with you.
I know you’re out there running your own race, too.
We’ve been called to run it.
We’ve been called to finish it.
This time not together, but apart.
But what must end is just the start.


Laurisha said...

I'm greatly moved by this. Authentic!

Celia said...

Elise, your heart and words are beautiful and pure. Therefore they are POWERFUL. I am so proud of you.