The Messengers
Like two long distance
Runners we held on
To the end
Filled with
The numbing feeling
Of love's adrenalin.
You never felt
The first false step,
But I knew.
I was short of breath
And you were too.
But we kept lacing
Our shoes
Every morning
And night,
As each step
Frayed our shoestrings
And wore our souls.
Love eased
The pain of our
Condition
So we kept running
On our mission
To deliver the message.
Up pathless mountains,
Down jagged slopes,
Our conviction
Carried us until
Bruised bodies
And blistered feet
Could stand no more.
Crippled, we sat
Side by side,
The passion and life
Gone from
Body and mind.
Now our charge
Will never be complete,
To deliver this message
I dropped between
Our feet
That reads:
Love conquers all.
