Pedal faster, he’s right behind you,
In his power chair,
He’s going to overwhelm you, again.
I’m at my gym, Fitness Over Fifty,
Pedaling the stationary bike, faster and faster,
Feeling feelings I don’t want to deal with,
About to erupt.
I thought I dealt with his death, but
He chases after me, laughing,
Because he no longer needs his power chair.
But it’s good for the chase.
It’s good because it still gives him power,
The power of love,
The power of his personality that overwhelmed his disabilities,
The power of God that dwelt within
Him and me.
Oh lord deliver me from the great sadness chasing me.
Let me weep again, let my heart break again, let my guts turn to jelly once more,,
So that he can rest and quit chasing me.
Pedal faster. Ignore him, if you can.
Dear God, he is yours now, running and laughing in the heavenly domain.
And we are left here
With our sorrows,
Pedaling as fast as we can.
I love you Terrae.
Thanks for your light in my darkness.
– Small town Boy