There is a Race

photo by ChasingHorizonsPhotography

A poem by Alexis Ragan

There is a race the faithful run

when summer ends and the weather bends

to winter’s commands. A tempestuous track

that lays before their bare feet,

and when they start the sin,

storms try to bring defeat.

This is not a race for the faint.

There comes a time and turn

when suffering will cut them off

like cars do deer when they are trying

to cross dark highways.

Introducing the Grand Marshal,

a starter who sparks the success

of every struggler —

in a silhouette of victorious light,

He waves the flag of eternal freedom

for all who keep the faith.