There once was a golfer;
could shoot way under parr
but then he became sick;
thought he’d never be star.
He laid in his bed
for weeks on end
playing great golf
but only pretend.
Weeks went by;
hitting the perfect shot;
dreaming all the time;
giving it all he got.
When over the sickness
several weeks later;
to the golf course he went;
shot his best round ever.
Poem by Mark Shields – © 01-05-2017
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About Mark Shields
Mark volunteers as a member of the media ministry team at his church. A few years ago, he started an on-line Bible study guide called “This Day with God Devotional”. He uses this as a tool in his journey through the Bible. We live in a very busy world with busy schedules so this tool has helped him continue with daily Bible reading and study. Each of the studies are designed to help apply our faith in the work place, at school, or at home. Join him on this journey or check in every so often to read his thoughts.
There once was a golfer;
Reblogged this on This Day With God and commented:
Being at your best in a sport, requires not only the physical aspects of the sport but also the mental aspect. This same requirement is also involved in being the best we can be in life. This poem is about a golfer that becomes sick but plays rounds of golf in his mind while getting better.