Peter Tran
Photography and Poem By Johnathan Rizzi
The ball flies powerfully across the field. In the frenzy of unforgiving collision I ask, “What’s my next move?” We don’t choose our past collisions, but our futures are free across the field. Bitter bruises remind me of wrongdoing. But best man biddings strip up sympathy My face is like flint, I prepare for action. Impact - the enemy rushes to jackal the ball. Deafening arena cries demand devotion. I hold onto life - tightly, Sweaty from self-sufficiency. A commotion, a scrum to test my true devotion. Forces jar and stretch my motion. Will I fold or will I hold? Out of options, I let it go and throw it back. What seems like setbacks are setups for God’s tries. Strength from above surges behind me. Hope rips out of the chaos. Love within me sown, I’m alive, fully known. A victorious try, and victorious I’ll try on.