At the dead-end street or cul-de-sac stands a tall silver lamp pole,
And a portable basketball hoop. I wish I could say there lives not a single soul.
What if the lamp pole sat on a game board on City property?
As fast as this little town is growing, we could play a game of monopoly.
A railroad track there was once, now a highway, and businesses
within a four-block radius causing dizziness.
Traffic so fast, there are a lot of accidents. If you cross the line,
watch where you turn, it’s your fault if you have the stop sign.
Ambulance wails and police sirens sound that drown
Your thoughts, almost all day long around town.
If you stand by the lamp pole, you’ll see them, go by.
You look up at the sky and pray; please don’t let them die.
I am only three houses down from that lamp pole
and highway when I take my dog out for a stroll.
11/9/2023
Three Point Shot
You reach the line, an almost perfect semicircle,
Racing from one side of the court to the other, avoiding the hoop
In a soft wide arc,
Your shoes biting into the floor,
As you come to a halt,
Announcing it to the world with a short, piercing squeak
Tearing through the atmosphere, to the stands
With the ball nestled in your hands, just yearning to take flight,
You rise, knowing that your defenders can’t reach you
Everything but the ball and hoop a distant memory
Your hands travel through the same motions you know so well,
Knowing, even before the ball leaves your grasp, you’ve already won,
This time
You finally release the ball, with a quick, decisive snap of the wrist
Sending it arcing through the air with pinpoint accuracy,
Racing towards the net
Swish
Crisp and clean as a clear spring morning
The ball drops through the net, as the net snaps upwards
You breathe a sigh of relief and relax,
As play continues on
Right Where I Am
God is trying to meet me right where I am while I am trying to go over and above His head, as if I know something that He doesn’t. God said as far as the stars and the heavens are above the ground, that’s how high His thoughts are above mines.
Now, last time I checked I still can’t touch the rim of a regulation basketball hoop. Therefore, how in ‘thee heck’ do I expect to make even a micro-inch worth of progress towards thinking over and above the heavens and the stars?
I will never be able to meet Him, let alone exceed Him in his thoughts. Instead, He has to come down to my level. And from there He has to guide me to where He’s already predestined me to be. Might I add that His predestined path for my life was designed well before the foundations of the earth were laid.
Silly me to think that I could outthink the one who thought of me, well before the earth even existed.
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