(The Patron Saint of Athletes)
I have created a 'thought' for all athletes and sports fans to read, consider and be able to refer to, before, during and after competition during London 2012. Please take a look and pass on ‘Sebastian.' A THOUGHT FOR ALL ATHLETES BEFORE COMPETITION Sebastian - here I dare to chase, Pushing myself beyond fate. Toiling on this road; be with me. Withstand the torrents, May you ever stride beside me. Sebastian - I have strived in these fields, Colliding with the elements for my hunger. Game for gain; strengthen me. Injury and illness, May you ever evade me. Sebastian - this aching sport will you take, And forever beat my heart. My competitors in my sight; hear me. All and for all, May I always respect you. Sebastian - your Centurion be it in me, Sword’s width to separate us. I see my finish; take me there. Triumphant or despairing, May you forever be within me.
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A selection of three works, portraying ‘Our Greatest Team.’
‘AND, WE SHALL DREAM OF GREAT TIMES’ Great times, Me, you, them and us. You will wonder at the beauty of the torch, They will wonder at your might. And, we shall dream of great times. Throughout this isle we gather, Us, the team, Land, water, air and flame our judge. The bird that soars in the skies above - it spies our bond. And, we shall dream of great times. The beating of our unity, They see it in disbelief. Red, blue and white shines, Dare to glimpse the hope that abounds. And, we shall dream of great times. This great team – it is you, You, them and us – we can soar. Though legends too can fall, It is me, you, them and us, And, we shall dream of great times. ‘WE ARE US’ I didn’t know it when I ran with you. I thought I couldn’t feel the water when I swam with you. If I could leap one bit further it would be for you. This is my team – I am you. Forget what they may say, they are not us. Believe my whisper of encouragement, they are not us. Richer and stronger will come, but they are not us. At a canter, I’ll bear your losses and carry you – because they are not us. Together at the start of this, we’ll take it all, you and I. London hears us, our gasping lungs in unison – you and I. Place the baton in my grasp, because it’s you and I. That adrenalin of team, so great, so strong, to the last – you and I. Make me a dream my team forever. That should we succeed in this, it will last forever. This runs deep, so deep, as though it could last forever. Because we are us - carry that with you forever. ‘I HAVE FOUND MY TEAM’ There she stood – the mother of our team. Take me with you. Your trident and shield; this Goddess! Britannia – I carry them always. Evoke my tears and sweat for you. Great amongst great, each other and another. My team of colour, my team with lion’s roar. An elevation of what can be. Gone before and aspired to – wait for me. Run with me. You have strived for this – strength is you. And, we are coming London, we are coming. I see no fear, I have found my team. She takes me, she guides me, abides the desire to win within me. Surrounded by nations, we await you. I have found my team – come see, it is Britain; it is Great. From water’s edges to shorelines across the globe, sports enthusiasts are connecting and participating in one of the greatest shows on earth. Against all the odds, across this bitter earth, we can if only for a split second, connect.
THIS BITTER EARTH I am here to see you run. I have toiled all day but now I need to see you run. Across the waters, my friend, but their foe, waits to see you swim. That split second we both await the moment, your concentration – our anticipation. The noise of the starter gun cracks above the gunfire in the street below me. This is our gun, a gun that connects us. You will not separate us. Dwellers of this earth, join through great speed of a sword amongst heroic fencers. Take on the purest form, swing from metal rings and land at our side. Stride out on that track, steer with all your might that horse. This is theirs, mine and your baton. Crash amongst the waves that batter your canoe, hold aloft that weight that binds me to you. Endurance of foot to pedal, your leap into the sand – ours into the unknown. The boxers, eyeball to eyeball, under water dancers, their breath as one. Make a leap of faith into the blue abyss below, tumbling at speeds whilst javelin enters soil. Discus take flight as they fight with hammer. Grab hold of your pride all countries and witness the hurdler before you. Watch, unite, prepare and overcome. Cross the finishing line of this bitter earth if you dare. |
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