What we need is faith. For faith is not a tame and spineless thing that does nothing. Real faith dares something, something big and brawny, beyond the human.
From Proverbs 28:1: “The wicked flee when no one pursues, but the righteous are as bold as a lion.”
Clovis G. Chappell (1882-1972) was an American pastor and Christian author.
Bloodied, yet unbowed
Facing another trial
With relentless pursuit
Victory’s quiet exile
Stubborn in spirit
Challenging expected norms
Overwhelmed emotions
Victory’s breath waits to form
Positive outlook
Rising from valley below
Fighter’s will surfaces
Victory’s cherished chateau
Darkness encroaches
Scaling mountain’s lofty peak
Game’s outcome in dire straits
Victory’s voice waits to speak
Lightning’s final strike
Framing improbable run
Overtime’s goal completes
Victory’s cheers, say we won
This poem was inspired from watching a recent high school lacrosse post-season match. Overcoming the odds, the victorious team fought back to win in overtime. My granddaughter played an inspiring match, and her steal and goal sealed a sudden victory.
Mountain stream’s birthplace
Creator shall lead
Treasured, flowing grace
Winter’s snow feeds
Journey downstream flows
With patient pursuit
Valley waits below
Douglas fir salutes
Tiny creeks joining
Green landscape ahead
Filled with rejoicing
River’s growing thread
Water’s quiet poise
Nature’s faithful love
Rainfall adding joy
Strengthened from above
Around every bend
Timeless spirit’s fate
Welcome dearest friend
More surprises wait
Big Sky Buckeye 