It's the last day of the year and she's anticipating the run to midnight.
Even if the time measured between 11:59 and 12:00 is only a minute, she's running with her arms wide open and fire in her bones. She won't look back and she wont worry about the trials that have had her entrapped for the past 365 days. Her body is free, her mind is set and her heart is ready for midnight. Her soul is longing for midnight.
Her wanting for newness and happiness is only a mindset away,
and knowing that, she races faster towards midnight.
Although she knows that new trials will arise, she races to midnight.
And when midnight appears
her heart beats and beats and beats.
She rests herself and catches her breath
as she hears the cheers and raucous of nearby runners.
She lifts her head to the sky and greets what she was really running towards,
not just a second or fragment of measured time
but to the One who would embrace her:
the One in the sky who's stars are aligned
and moon is shining bright
just so she could find her way to midnight.
She is ready for love
She is ready for life