Playdates with God: Morning Run (a poem)


under the interstate bridge, where
the blue-gleaming swallows nest and
swoop and dive at my head as I pass;

where the mamma duck leads her younglings
in a straight line and the green growing
earth drinks spring rain with his mouth-straw,

shhh … do you hear his slurpy inhale? here
the sun-gilded grasses and rain-washed
street make friends; and I listen to my breath,
the pounding of my feet and

forget myself for a while.

Every Monday I share one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find God and know joy. Click on the button below to add your link. I try to visit a few of your stories every week, so if you are a new visitor, be sure to let me know in the comments so I can welcome you. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us.

Laura Boggess


  1. says

    I love the quiet activity of this poem, and the way that it whispers, “spring.” Yes, we all need to forget about ourselves for a while.
    Thanks for hosting the link today.

  2. says

    I read somewhere this week it is no surprise the prophets and psalmists were all poets. When I find my way here I exhale in your word art and only then do I realize I’ve been holding my breath for far too long.

  3. Sharon says

    Love the poem – and admire the morning run. I’ve been sick this week so I’m just trying to negotiate the morning crawl right now!

    Have a wonderful weekend!



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