Who Ran with Me that Day?
Who walks with me in those crucial minutes? Who walks alongside my heartfelt attempts? Who takes charge when it gets precipitous? Who ran with me that day? That day when the pulse had slowed down, breathing came in heavy; when the mind teased to abandon my spirit, the body felt heavier than a chestful of weights? Who did I see appear by my side like a wisp of breath? Appear as a soft sudden whiff of presence right beside me, tingling the soft hair of my neck and arm on my left? Who were You? Who was it who deftly clasped my palm and whispered 'I am with you, I will run with you; right till the end .' 'I will see you through it however slow, however clumsy it is; right till the end .' Was it You? Is it possible to have felt your presence so raw, so bodily? Because I did feel you in every folding of my leg, each leaning of my body. You were there, right beside me; right till the end . Because soon enough my spirit soared trus...