Those Seven Blocks

Relieves the disquietude
Qualms of a busy mind
My morning walks
On those seven blocks.
Wind injects fresh air
To the parched lungs.
Dreams of a unison
Hoping and praying
For Lord’s benevolence.
Pondering the daily chores
The noise, the hustle bustle
Gazing the half open stores
Stalling, but just a trifle.
Pace picks up and thoughts unite
A jolly stride and a ray of light.
What bliss and glimpse of divinity
Exhilaration, faith, sanguinity
All on those seven blocks.