Friday, May 27, 2016


After Hebrews 12:1-3

The stadium: a mist,
clouds surrounding the track,
clouds of eyes, watching,
supporting, hoping,
clouds there for the race.

The few on the track,
ready for what is marked
out, ovals in circular motion,
white lines, cinders burnt red.

We run; the clouds watch;
we run towards the tape,
we trip and fall,
we get up,
we run, we’re injured,
we get up,
the race is not timed,
no victory to the first,
the victory comes
in running the race.

The clouds of eyes watch
the clouds will soon clear.

Photograph by Peter Griffin via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

nancy marie davis said...

silver lines
rain of tears
golden sighs
when clouds clear