In times of quarantine, where physical activity is limited, I thought of revisiting an old poem I wrote on while waiting on a flight layover. From ancient greeks till today, peoples from all walks of life know the beauty and value of exercise; sometimes as an end in itself, but perhaps more importantly as a means to our ultimate end.
How I long again to feel my muscles stretch,
To look ahead for the ball I seek to fetch,
To the ribboned finish line that’s yet to break,
To the net that sleepily waits to be fast awake.
How I long to have sweat run though my brow,
Weakness, faintness of heart I disallow,
Pushing out weights of iron I’ve trained to plow,
And challengers of the prize I hope to win somehow.
How I seek to run through mountains,
Swim in oceans, take in the poundings,
Seek inside my mind a treasured place,
Where body, mind and soul embrace.
In the quiet scene of battle I guard my heart and strengthen my will,
In the defining seconds of the game, I remember my skill, and rise again with zeal.
The lonely practices, the sacrifices I made,
The friendships I keep and hopes I’ve prayed
-to never fail, to never surrender,
To keep my character firm in splendor.
However grey the situation can become,
In whatever challenge I must overcome,
I can safely say, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done.
Yes Lord, I attach myself to You, the only One.
The first champion of the universal race,
The only goal worthy of lifelong chase.