Half-Time Poem by Amanda May Moore

first down.
goal. under ten yards.
our opponent keeping
up with their guards.
we are tired.
drained we run.

seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...
whistles sound, we break our concentration
desiccated we walk

God gives us our pep talk,
we are refreshed, given new spirit,
and with new breath
we walk back onto the field,
ready-to conquer
death.

[Thank-you Lord for our Sabbath; Exodus 20: 8-11]