Football Matters

They come here week after week,
Month after month,
Year after year.
Hair thinned, faces lined, coughs deepened
But words still strong
And hope still true.
Football matters.

I recognise their walks
The way they stand
With shoulders sloped or not.
I hear their voices
Through Acts One and Two.
Same script but different cast.
Football matters.

Just one heart beat drumming, drumming,
Just one breath held by many.
For one last minute,
Reaching a different plane.
Then its over. Washed through with joy.
They can leave now.
Nothing else matters.

The peace of the Lord by always with you.
And also with you.