A mountain to move?
A deluge to cross?
A storm to weather?
An inferno to douse?
Starting from the end?
Finishing it from the start?
Walking in the dark?
Crossing all bends?
What is it in store that you have for me this time?
Maybe it does not matter anymore.
I have raced till the end and I have raced against time.
Sometimes I have fallen; sometimes I reached the finishing line.
I have raced when I could see and I have raced when I was blind.
I have raced for a cause; I have raced with no mind.
And at the end of it what did I find?
It does not matter how long is the race.
Or if I have my running shoes on.
As long as I have my ounce of faith,
I can go marching through hell’s gates.
(Inspired by faith and running.)