-sweaty players breathing hard
-shoes squeaking
-coaches yelling
-fans cheering
-buzzers sounding
-referees whistling
-small children whining
-popcorn popping
then
-sudden silence... as player number 12
stands at the free-throw line...
he makes the sign of the cross
before bending knees and
tossing ball...
and “swish” is the only sound heard
before the crowd applauds-
The sounds of a basketball game carry the echo of God’s voice.
I can almost hear Him speaking through the din, saying,
“I am so proud of these boys who play so hard
and give their all for the sport they love.”
When the game is over, Lord,
bless their tired muscles
and grant them rest
until they play again. Amen.
And bless Anne's nose as she washes those smelly socks and shirts ;)
ReplyDeleteThere is a great sense of diversity of people, and unity of purpose in this post. Sport can be a great common ground
ReplyDeleteWe can hear God everywhere if we just listen, can't we?
ReplyDeleteAnne,
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. I tend to agree with Pip about the universality of sports and I just love how you could find God's presence at the game. Now if you can just find them in the smelly sports gear Mary mentioned ... :)
Hugs & Blessings!
St. Ignatius Loyola, the founder of the Jesuits, talked about seeking God in all things, and finding God in all things. You did, Anne! And it's a great example to all of us.
ReplyDeleteThat's a wonderful poem, Anne. It's always so moving to see the good examples of teamwork and sportsmanship in kids' games. It's a chance to see young people tapping into their finest qualities.
ReplyDeleteThe image is so clear, I can see it all taking place and hear the noise. The sound of joy!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this.
Oh yes, I did like this! Great little rhythm and vivid images you created...beautiful ball, Anne:) Thanks for sharing!
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