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AshleyC: poem (10/15/12)
Suki: Thanks (10/16/12)
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Suki: Thanks (10/16/12)
AshleyC: poem (10/15/12)
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Every year I go to Battle Mountain, Nevada to race a human powered vehicle (video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCRsLhhshQc). It's a goofy event that gets a ridiculous proportion of my time, energy, and ambition. This year, in the months of training before the race, I was told my pursuit was done in solitude--that my family, friends, and even God were not invited to be a part of it. This rang true, and during the competition I remembered God’s presence and involvement with every detail of the race. I asked Him for miraculous results! And I achieved. . .the slowest speeds I had ever reached in that bike. It reminded me of what I felt in high school sports, losing without my dad in the bleachers. This is what God taught me, in, ahem, free verse:
My Father came to the competition,
no need to hold back.
In losing I lose the love of the team,
the crowded silent stands.
and without Him
they together father me. But
my father came to the competition;
all the watchers roar.
Surging effort empties me completely
nothing but the finish line.
Afterwards what outcome?
It's clear in their expressionless-ness.
"No good to be downcast."
"Something wasn't fair."
But I can't believe I didn't do enough,
and the vacuum of the disbelief
fills with rushing shame.
"Son. . ." he says to me and
simply tells me of his pride.
Still deflated I sit down and sigh.
Home is a good place. |
