He rides… hoping in every mile
To undo the damage to her beautiful smile.
He hikes… hoping to leave behind
Every moment he was terribly unkind.
He climbs… hoping to gain the strength
To trust her rope of mercy length by length.
He runs… hoping to build
Character and strong will.
He paddles… hoping to push away
Everything wrong he did that day.
With every ounce of energy he hopes to reconcile.
“Thank you, God. There’s that beautiful smile.”
Written by Gail Brookshire