The Race On this day feeling so alone, I try to pray but the words won't come. So I sit, silent, still, and then my mind begins to fill. Not the words to a prayer. (I feel a presence in the air.) Soon a picture, I begin to see. In my mind, a vision, in me. ***************** I am sitting under a great oak tree. A race takes place in front of me. Somehow I know, it is "The Race of Life". I wasn't participating, so filled with strife. The presence I felt, begins to show. A man appears before me now. I recognize him from my past. His name I know, it is Jesus. He outstretched his hand, to take in mine. Slowly lifting me off the ground. He said, "The Race of Life you will run again." I said, "No, I can't my friend." "Come with me," I heard him say. "Let us take it day, by day. I took one step and then another. Slowly now we walked together. Before I knew it, I was at a full pace run. A new Race had just begun. As I was running on Life's race track. He was suddenly gone. I looked back. He was waving me on, a smile on his face. "Go now," he said, "finish the Race." ******************* Now I know that I am not alone, When it seems I'm on my own. I now have an Eternal Friend. Throughout the Race, and after it ends. Kathi My wonderful friend Larry, told me the story of a "vision" he once had. I wrote and dedicate this poem to him. :) NEXT ||| Main Page ||| Photos List ||| Poetry List ||| Art List ||| ||| Pho-Art ||| My Awards ||| The Midi's ||| The Graphics |||