A day not just lived, but felt.
A day when the words from Acts 17:28 stirred within me: “For in Him we live, and move, and have our being.”
I wasn’t chasing the sun—I was waiting for it. But as I framed this stranger in motion, I saw more than a runner. I saw a reflection of all of us: moving forward, unaware we’re part of something eternal. That’s what the lens captured. That’s what I needed to remember.
On the Edge of Being
Poem by Jet Mariano
He ran before the world awoke,
A silhouette against gold and smoke.
No music, map, or finish line—
Just dawn unfolding, pure and fine.
I stood unseen, lens in hand,
Still as stone, yet I understand:
That in his stride was something more—
A soul in motion, not at war.
He moved, I watched; we both were free,
Two lives unfolding by the sea.
He didn’t know—but I could see—
That we both live and move… and have our being.
I wasn’t chasing the sun—I was waiting for it. But as I framed this stranger in motion, I saw more than a runner. I saw a reflection of all of us: moving forward, unaware we’re part of something eternal. That’s what the lens captured. That’s what I needed to remember.
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