I
carry
the
Good News
with me
Not
in print
or
other
form
But
in my
heart
through all
I see
I
carry
the
Good News
with me
Not
in print
or
other
form
But
in my
heart
through all
I see
Ashes
on
my face
Hope
in
my heart
To
earn
my place
Please,
show
my part
The thump
of
the ball
mimics
the beat
of his
players’
heart
Eyes focus
on
the clock
he smiles
and knows
to play
fast and
smart
Muscles
strain
the floor
three feet
below
his feet
then – the
shot
Perfect
aim
buzzer
goes off
three points
to win;
help me
God
Words
that
never
touch air
and
stay
in the
heart
More
oft
than not
are heard
and
leave one’s
soul
scarred
The radio
cautioned
the roads
are
icy
Funny, my dad
said years
ago
life’s
dicey