Riding with Dylan
By Ken L Birks
© 2018
Straight Arrow Ministries
With Dylan
streaming on the iPhone, I ride.
Mounting up
with headphones, Dylan sings.
Heading
towards the bike trail, I shift into
gear.
Full speed
ahead, on my bicycle, I pedal.
Dylan keeps
me company, as I cruise along.
Dylan sings
“Changing of the Guard,” I notice
changes.
New
affordable apartments on the left, I
take note.
The new
parking garage, now finished, full of
cars.
Men and
machines building a new bridge for the bike
trail, I see.
Passing the
old fire department, I see the new one
ahead.
Dylan sings
about a “New Pony” as I approach the
trailhead.
Entering the
trailhead, I notice the homeless hanging
out.
My thoughts
turn to God’s provision as I give Him
thanks.
Saying a
prayer for the homeless, I ride as Dylan
sings on.
Enjoying the
peace and serenity of the creek, I give
praise.
With “No Time
to Think,” Dylan sings on as I ride
without thought.
My mind
shifts into neutral as I pass jogger
after jogger.
I nod my head
to them as they nod back, wondering who
they are.
With the
trail bridge ahead, I prepare for the
sharp turns.
Sharp
turns take me under the freeway above as
Dylan plays on.
As Dylan
sings about “Señor,” I wonder who he’s
singing about.
My mind
wanders back to a mission trip to Mexico
in years past.
I remember
how they prayed. They prayed to Señor.
Is this who
Dylan is singing to, I wonder? I think
so.
My prayer
goes to Dylan to find the “True Love” he
sings about.
Further down
the trail, I pass mothers with strollers
as Dylan sings.
Their
children seem content to ride in the
cool of the morning.
Enjoying the
nice breeze, I keep riding as others
walk by.
I notice the
old guys on their bikes, trying to stay
fit as they age.
I’m reminded,
that’s why I ride with Dylan serenading
me.
I pass a herd
of goats hungrily munching on the grass.
They’re busy
mowing the grass with teeth as they
feed.
I give praise
to the Lord above for pleasant thoughts
filling my mind.
Dylan plays
on as I enjoy the ride taking me along
the creek-bed.
Feeling
motivated I decide to go for the
distance before heading back.
Heading home
I pass a young child crying her heart
out.
Her mother,
several yards ahead busily talks with
her friend, unaware.
Passing the
mother, I yell, “Your child is back
there crying.”
Dylan sings,
“Baby, Stop Crying” as I head for home.
Caught in the
uniqueness of the moment, I offer up a
prayer and a poem.
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