Home Run

No balls were thrown.
No bats were swung.
No crowds cheered on.
No innings won.

Yet here we dance
around this plate
with victory
to celebrate:

for we've reached home,
where love's no game,
no scores recorded;
our team, our name.

Our umpire,
the Lord above,
declares us safe
within His glove.

Beyond each base
we run and pray,
playful, grateful
for this day.

Home Run © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Baseball family challenge - prompt link: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2727010-Write-a-poem-about-this-family-
Submitted: June 24, 2019

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