The Bulls-eye Prayer.
I've heard those words so many times before,
bringing a little rush but deep to the core...
"Your three minute preparation time has begun!"
The match has started and now for the fun.
I love this game played often times before,
the stance is the same, 45 degrees or more
I place my gear; box, scope, ammo and gun...
The match has started and now for the fun
My prayer begins: Oh God! Help me pass this test
by giving me the strength to do my very best.
Strengthen my mind to concentrate with all my might.
Focus my eyes, not on the bull, but on the front sight.
It's time now... "With five rounds, load!"
The relay is ready and the slides are all home.
"God! Help me concentrate on that front sight!
Still closer, then I hear "Ready on the right!"
I raise the gun and take a deep breath,
let out some air and "Ready on the left!"
As the targets turn quickly and with such a start,
the sound is deafening, but it's only my heart.
The "slow fire" is over and "timed" is the pace,
then "rapid fire" and we're through with the race.
Now, it's all over, the game and the fun,
It saddens me to hear, "Now, you may box your gun!"
The scores are not as high as they used to be...
but just the same, they mean a lot to me.
The medals once won are framed on the wall
and I think of those matches and re-live them all.
God! Thank you for giving me my best,
for winning the match and passing my test.
It's over for now, my shooting for score...
but as I reminisce, it means so much more.
"Your preparation time is over!", a new test has begun.
A bigger match has started, so let's get on with the fun.
Used with permission of the author from his book.
Anxieties In The Outhouse, The Diarya Of An Appalachian Man.
by R. Eugene Wallace