What happens after this

frantic frenzied rat’ling

of long days and long nights

and 3 o’clock weekend mornings

of long lightless miles?


What happens after the

outcomes are all out

and the income is all done

and at 58 I have to stop

this steep treadmill run?


Will there be some respite

at 85 if I am alive

and the shell still runs

but the inside’s gone bad

like I see in some like me?


Or would I have to wait

for the final crossing

of the final line

and for that big prize in the sky

that the ultimate VIP has for me?


But then the Presence


And the silence


And the focus



Laced with hope

drenched with faith and love

Supplied with strength

running free

is what is happening now.