Ready For Battle

Looking from above; at the darkened sea.

Saddened by loss of a Brother Fish; sharks preying on innocent crustaceans.

Spear in hand, head held high; Preparing for battle.

Strength nor wit hath struck them down; Thunderous words casting out nets.

Seek further knowledge of truth that lay within.

Existence; Merely forgotten.

Known truth for all my soul; Born to flesh hasten forget.

Open my Eyes.

Open my Ears.

Mainly open, my Heart to all the souls.

The Quarterback

I am the Quarterback of a great team;

creating magic up and down the field.

I am the play-maker and do it with ease;

calling plays and putting them to action.

 

I am the captain of this team;

proud to say that I am not perfect.

For I make plays both good and bad;

Occasionally a turnover or two.

Whether I am up or down,

Down and out,

Stand strong.

 

My front line may not hold the defensive tackle;

My center may drop the ball.

None of that matters,

For I am the Quarterback of this team.

I am the one who raises hope of winning the big game,

And cannot afford to get angry or sad.

Win or lose, I must know that I did my best;

My best in showing others how to enjoy the game.

 

Is it better to scream and holler at the team;

Or praise them and encourage them?

It is fourth and ten, with fifteen seconds remaining.

We are down by six, and an opportunity to score;

I could give up and give into the beatings endured.

For it is seventy yards to the finish line and I cannot give up.

This game throws me everything it has;

calling an audible.

 

I can choose to give up or fight on;

I choose the latter of the two.

For I am the quarterback and cannot afford to take a knee.