Yeah…it was flipping brilliant. Two lane road heading out into the fields of what once was corn and beans. Past the idle tractor, the quiet cemetery, the unseasonable warm little town.
Covered in sweat.
Let these beads be my tears of joy.
These feet striding be the worship of my soul.
Find my pleasing, exalting, exhausted voice pour out in rhythm of these striking souls.
I will finish.
I will finish for One.
May You find this please.