Little Child, Run
J. Marshall Jenkins
Feel fresh power in your thighs.
Gallop into the wind, then circle and ride it.
Plunge your hair into God’s breath.
Let earth accompany the melody
of your springing feet.
Others will try to make it a race,
tailing you and breathing hard
with noisy toes scraping your heels,
then passing and finishing first
to cheers in their contrived contest.
Little child, run. It is not a race.
Run for the joy of it.
Let your running be
a prayer for your enemies
to someday know such bliss.
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