Hideout

This sacred place is my secret hideout - it is where I know I am alone with God.

The sound of the waves crashing down at the shore makes it compelling to seek some time out from harsh reality; day or night - it doesn't matter - I bring my sweaty self latched with my running shoes to this place.

At night, the distanced ships look like distanced hopes.

In the day, they are at work. Pretty distanced as well.

As I crossed my fingers for a prayer, I pray for everyone except myself; it was fitting - blessed and grateful for the people around me - and that I am fortunate to know that I am alive.

To have the ability to run, walk, talk or whatever, is a blessing and I thank God for that. Still, more than ever, I pray for my closed friends and family in hopes that God is treating them well. Not knowing that I am not empirically present to witness, I can only hope. Much like the distanced ships, it's one thing to see and another thing to be there. If I can, I want to be there.

Being there - in presence or spiritually - is vital in the love of life. Life is nothing without love; vice-versa, love is nothing without life.

Still, we have to embrace ourselves and seek our own minds. Good plans or bad chances, faith goes a way.

This sacred place is my secret hideout - it is where I go a long way with God.