The Miracle
as I wait my turn
the noisy crowd seems hungry
I close my eyes, poised
I think of my wife
and hope for a miracle
I hold the short straw
a young man enters
you will fight the best, I see
you have the short straw
stay away from him
and watch for my sign he said
a gate will open
*****
the crowd cheers
as the champion enters
I quietly wait
anticipation
leads to false expectation
my father had said
I let my foe wait
and then stepped out, circling him
the giant was quick
his knife cut my side
as I moved in testing him
I dropped to one knee
*****
he stood with a grin
waiting for the live or die
he saw thumbs turn down
he raised his sword high
the sky suddenly went black
and the wind was fierce
blindly to the wall
my young visitor stood there
in an open door
my faith reaffirmed
a believer I became
and so mote it be
*****
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2012
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