Day 100

Today was Day 100 in my four commitments to write poetry, juggle, do an ab workout, and review my life purpose and vision I discovered in March. So, naturally, I decided to write my poem about Day 100 and the 100 Day Commitment process...

Day 100 is here at last!

A goal was set and is officially complete.

More than fourteen weeks have now gone past,

over which an activity I did repeat.

There were four activities to be exact;

the improvement in each very fulfilling.

It's amazing the progress and committed impact,

and it all starts from just being willing.

Willing to be disciplined before you've even begun,

willing to beat human resistance to the core,

willing to forgive and start back at day one;

and once you reach 100; well, why not do more?

--DW 8/09

The Run

This poem is dedicated to that crazy activity that constantly pushes human limits...

The run

is joyful.

The run

is boundless.

The run

is rhythmic.

The run

is hard work.

The run

is the climb up the mountain.

The run

is the descent down the mountain.

The run

is another chance to face the beast.

The run

is dominion in action.

The run

is when resistance tries harder the further you go.

The run

is when fatigue yells no.

The run

is when you yell "Yes!"

The run

is when you decide to go.

The run

is a classroom.

The run

is when the majority of demonstrations happen.

The run

is consistent progress.

The run

is an just as much a discovery as an escape.

The run

is freedom.

The run

is where there are no rules.

The run

is possible.

The run

is happening...

right this moment.

The run

on the path less traveled

is as quick as

the walk

on the straight and narrow path.

The run

also often turns the path less traveled

into the straight and narrow.

The run

therefore begs the question:

Why walk the straight and narrow

when you can RUN it?

--DW 8/09

Tonight's Gratitude

My gratitude for the evening...

I'm grateful to God for daily bread;

always a new moment to explore.

I'm grateful that God has a plan for me;

for knowing now and nothing more.

I'm grateful for Life and its supply,

and all of its surprises unknown.

My heart is singing the purest joy,

the purest joy it has ever known.

--DW 8/09