Our bike ride while the rest of the world was sleeping

Our bike ride while the rest of the world was sleeping

Last photo before my battery rot.

I felt so recharged this matters not.

Just above freezing,

a bike ride up hill

to chill my fingers, nose,

ego— Only lonely to find

me at the top. It has already

been hours since you rose

me with Your call and I thank

You for inviting me to Your house

each morning. These places that

place me where I aught to be

are Yours. You keep me from

where I can be led astray.

I sometimes wish someone that's

she could be among me, with me and these

things called blessings. But, You rode

with me, You Guide me, Friend.

We were at the park

while the rest were sleeping.

You beat me there and met me

with a warm cup of Creation.

You've been busy and I've been

lazy. Now there's nothing but You

with me. Happy in solitude if

you dig within. Mark, Mark,

Mark my words—

you are longing for a Friend.

Let go. And, no sooner do You

wrap my heart, it's Your heart

now. Pray, dry my selfish

tears and take my stubborn

sadness. Transform me into being

with You and I cannot imagine

being with anyone else.

Back home, legs pushing, heart

racing, it's all downhill and not

nearly as cold

with your Love.