The week in Rome was an encounter. With the old, old majestic buildings and a glimpse of what they meant. With surprising beauty in the parks and gardens. With my own introverted self that wants to, but cannot get close to people (in a short time). And with Jesus whom I did get close to and gives meaning to everything. I composed a few haikus to conclude my time in Rome.
Alive is the arch
That binds the mustard buildings
Green creeper welcome
The shouts and the screams
of ancient cruelty still
echo through these walls
Rich arches of gold
For a resurrected King
And dead spectators
Whisper to me, Lord
What I have to spray to you
And pour to give life
See the silence, hear
the worship in nature, feel
Quiet abundance
They’re lining the road
strewing red leaf confetti
For my Friend and I
Keep running
Stephan
Running with a Friend 