The Agony of Defeat
I ask him
what happens when the Super G competitors
wipe out as they are winding their way
Down
Down
Down
making hairpin turns, carving the
ice and snow like a man takes
a new Gillette razor to the side of
his square jaw line
carving carefully to avoid a
ripping of flesh, a tearing of skin
avoiding blood at all costs
one wrong move
tactically taken
down the Russian mountainside
and pride and ego
land in the soft snow off to the side
spine and bone and muscle
in tact or broken
like the dream
bruised and busted up
we children of the sixties remember
we recall the Saturday slogan on TV
the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat
I scream at the screen
as the athletics
dissolve into a pile
a medal-less mess
and I want grace extended and do overs and second chances
for every last one
oh but that we would
extend it
the comforting caress
Balm
of the Spirit
Blow the winds of Mercy
Comfort a suffering saint
these elements of blood and grace and death and life
the Spirit’s there
at the moment of impact
always wiping the skinned knee
of his child
lying in a mangled heap
paralyzed
frozen by fear and disgrace
the agony of defeat
loss and pain
sadness and disappointment
roll down the cheek, by-product
of defeat
like an avalanche
He who makes us white
As snow
Mercy
He makes it new
Comforted in loss
Raising us up
from dejection
and defeat
I cover my eyes
Like a child
Look away
So much to bear
I tell him it’s the stories I love
Of the overcoming ones
The get-back-up-again ones
Tell me your story
Of mountaintops and mountainsides
Of trudging in the valley
Of defeat
And I’ll tell mine
The thrill of victory
Battle cry of those who
Break the seal on the package of grace
and at all costs
run into the arms
of a Carpenter
whose flesh was ripped
skin was torn
whose blood was shed
We look into His eyes
And
Forget
The agony of defeat.
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