I run after you
with all that I am
I try to keep pace
I try to keep you in sight
I run, walk, crawl, in pursuit of you
But you, ever elusive, escape again and again
Just when I come upon you at rest
you are off again, out of my grasp
Just when I draw close enough to see your face
you are off again, out of my sight
My legs grow weary from chasing
My eyes grow weary from searching
My heart grows weary from missing you
Still, I will my heart, soul, mind and body
to move, to run, to search, to find
until at last, I can run no more
I collapse into mournful rest
But then I wake…
and you are there
You have food and water to give me strength
and I rest peacefully in your presence
But then, and always then, you are off again
and I resume the chase
I chase you, ever elusive God
not in hope that I will catch you
but in hope that, when I fall from exhaustion
you will come to me
And so I run after you with all that I am
