## 25 and a half marathons

Alright class, settle down, it’s time for some elementary math.

There are 60 seconds in a minute 60 minutes in an hour 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. One day is made up of 1440 minutes or 86400 seconds. In a week there are 168 hours 10080 minutes or 604800 seconds.

Multiply that by 2 and you get 14 days 336 hours 20160 minutes or 1209600 seconds. If every second I walk 0.17 feet 900 seconds or 15 minutes later I could’ve walked a mile.

672 is the number of miles I can walk until I see you again

That’s 25 and a half marathons but…

Time is a couch potato

He scoffs at my penning pointless numbers and calculations because no matter how fast I scribble or scurry, a second is still a second, 2 weeks is still two weeks, and even if I managed to run 25 and a half marathons in a week, I’d be no closer to you than Time would allow.

Time is a paradox- always here and always leaving. I can’t escape him or catch him. He only gives me one second at a time, and I don’t get to choose which second that will be. If I could I’d take the second our eyes meet after a distance of 25 and a half marathons apart, and I’d stretch that second into eternity. Frozen is the only place Time can’t reach. If I could I’d freeze my brain, so my memories could remain even while the rest of me decays.

I’m so tired of running in place.

My future, past, and present selves race at varying speeds, but we’re are all stuck at the same yellow light, waiting for it to turn green so when I put my foot on the gas I can pretend I’m speeding toward you and when I arrive at home there will be only 25 marathons left until you come home too.

## Why

```In the beginning God created... who created God? How is it that I'm sitting
at my desk computer drinking hot chocolate? It's so crazy to think about
you up there all alone... up where? you're everywhere, all the time. I
don't understand why you created us, or how. What if we had wings? What is
skin? Why do we need it? What does it protect us from? Why are there so
many layers? Why do we need to ask why? Wouldn't we be better friends,
better companions for you if we didn't have to try so hard to understand?
Why can't we see you, feel you, know you? Everything is living, breathing.
Even in the most desolate places, Antarctica, there are entire ecosystems
we can't see. There's entire ecosystems living in me. Why can't I talk to
them? Maybe then I wouldn't feel so alone. Why would you give me this
curiosity, but every road is a dead end? I can't comprehend infinity. I
want to get away, but there's no where to go.```

## Until

```Sometimes it's easier to pretend
you were a pleasant dream or distant memory
Both hurt
flashing fast behind my eyelids
my faint and fading smile waves goodbye
to the dream
and hello to the day
You're gone
Accepting your absence is much harder when you're real
Like rereading the last chapter of a book in a series,
our shared memories with replay in my mind
Until we can write the next book```

## He had frogs on his dash…

*reads from phone* “I’ll take a 4-count kids meal with a sprite, a cobb salad with avocado lime ranch and a spicy deluxe with pepper jack.”

“Okay, would you like the spicy deluxe meal or just the sandwich?”

*falters. gives his steering wheel a look of disgust and disdain. pulls phone back out* “Okay, I’ll take a 4-Count Kid’s Meal with a Sprite, a Cobb Salad with Avocado Lime Ranch, and a Spicy Deluxe with Pepper Jack.”

“Yes sir, I heard you. You said you wanted a 4-Count Kid’s Meal with a Sprite, a Cobb Salad with Avocado Lime Ranch, and a Spicy Deluxe with Pepper Jack, but did you want that sandwich as a meal, or just the sandwich?”

*Stares blankly ahead in utter shock and disbelief at the incompetence taking his order*

Gingerly, I place my hand into his skull and his head swivels to face me for the first time during the transaction. The face of the man is plastic. His attire is like the glaze on a stale pastry. His suit seems like it would adorn a rack better than on his immaterial form and his rainbow tie is akin to the frogs on the man’s dashboard. Inside his head my suspicions are validated. This is not a human to human interaction. I am only here to push buttons and recite totals. My input doesn’t even compute.

Resigned, if not affirmed, I mumble to myself, “okay, so, just the sandwich,” and then retreat into my role.

“Your total is \$16.23 at the window. Have a great day, sir.”

The man speedily makes his getaway, and the sun sets on my small sliver of faith in humanity.

## Crying over Spilt Milk

```A splash of milk spills onto a page
The morning's nourishment spoils the day

Mourning escorts me to the night before last
Where a memory reflects onto the retinas of the past

Probably won't be feeling very frisky in the future
You're a person not a conquest- I've dishonored you
In the palace of my mind you lived in every room
but instead of artwork I saw you as a tool

Don't get me wrong; we had a good time
but that time was stolen from the future
and now when I picture us I see only
memories that have passed their dates of expiration
and need only to be thrown out```

## Southbound Train

by Jon Foreman

I guess they’ll say I’ve grown
I know more than I wanted to know
I’ve said more than I wanted to say…

Yeah, but I’m not so sure
That home is a place
You can still get to by train

So I’m looking out the window
And I’m drifting off to sleep
With my face pressed up against the pane
With the rhythm of my heart
And the ringing in my ears
It’s the rhythm of the southbound train

Oh,
Where the wind starts to look like her hair
And the clouds in her bright blue eyes
As the sea and the shore fall and rise
Like her breast as she breathes by my side

And the moon is her lips as the sun
Is headed on down to the sea
Like her head as she lays down on me
Until we reach ocean side

Over and over, I hear the same refrain
It’s the rhythm of my heart
And my sleepy girl’s breathing
It’s the rhythm of my southbound train

Oh,
I suppose they’ll say I should’ve known
Or maybe I’m just feeling old
Like a lawyer with no one to blame…

Yeah, but I’m not so sure
That home is a place
That’ll ever be the same

So we gather up our things
And we head out in the cold
And your eyes are where you carry the pain
When I hear the whistle weeping
It’s crying to the sky
It’s the rhythm of my southbound train

```The moon is the silent suitor, mesmerizing and stealthy
A poor black hole who creeps on the innocent hearts of the wealthy
So tender, so caressing; softly-lit is his gaze
Staring out their crystal windows they sit- amazed

The moon's cheap, imitation haze is stolen from another source
The sun's blinding brilliance shines with incomparable force
There's nothing romantic about a spherical, vacuous, thief;
child of darkness
Many men share the same selfish, parasitic likeness

But find yourself effortless and rare illumination
With plenty of love to share with every creation
A genuine light with no beginning or termination
Turn away from the conniving, lying, hallucination

Refuse to be brainwashed by a rock```

## “Body”

```by SYML

In my body I have a master
I bow down when she comes around
In my body I’m a disaster
I break down when you shake the ground
Every time I stand to leave my cage
In my broken body I stay

I want to love like a man
I’ll build you a home when I can
Give my new body a chance
Patient now it’s all that I have
I fought the world for your hand
Give my new body a chance
It’s all I have

In my body I fight fire
With the snow, my hell is cold
In my body I have a soft light
Burning low, but too hot to hold
I’ve become the only thing I hate
Leave this broken body today

I was hearing words in black and white
Twisted up inside my broken mind
Outstretched dirty hands just like a child
Hungry little fool, but you were mine

You’re all I have
You’re all I have```

## I am Shackled but I am Free

```I am a sheep to the Shepherd of righteousness
Chains of darkness have no hold on me
I am fearfully and wonderfully made in His image and likeness
Strike me down or break my knees
The servant is not greater than his master
I'm laying up treasures and planting seeds
To one day rest in the greenest pastures
While the wrath of God falls on His enemies
I'm a revelation, a declaration
of a loving Father and a risen King
A new creation and an imitation
of the one who formed my inner being
He placed in me a desire, a fire
To become like Him and shut the mouths of liars
Without Him I'd be nothing but a vacant dream
He gave me breath and saved my life
replaced my noise with quiet streams
transcending my futile, carnal strife
Through Him, I am made complete
He disciplines those He loves
So we can live eternally
Perfect, spotless, clean as doves```

## War Against Will

```Please help I don't know how to feel
I close my mind to what is real
Provoke my wounds, won't let them heal
I have bruised knees on which I kneel
What's left for me is the leper's fate
Isolation, exile, and disgrace
Disease consumes me, I am waste

resurrected, carried
to a new place
a new life
a new face with new eyes that see the same cycle of lies
the same disgrace
the same bad disguise for the truth

The best lies have some truth to them
I am worthless but that's not the end
The same eyes look down and see a foreign body
a new creation
They're not one yet but just be patient

Body and spirit once again collide
and just like before they can't co-exist
They attack each other mist to fist
and I'm stuck in the middle of a clear divide
But this time spirit wins the fight
and my redemption is complete
My body and spirit unite
My life is saved by my will's defeat```