We’re coming to the end of something, Wimbledon fortnight
A source for some of unadulterated pure delight
Top flight toned Adonises, who race across a court
Thrill us rapt spectators with electrifying sport
We love to see these gladiators entering the fray
Yet I wonder if there’s something deeper too at play
We have this restless yearning for the marvellous and rare
There’s something kind of noteworthy, remarkable right there
If we think a cross court pass deserves our oohs and aahs
I ask you, what about the power that orchestrates the stars?
That gives the lion its prowess, the peregrine its flight
That sets the laws of physics, decides the speed of light
The everyday miraculous, it’s easy to ignore
What if it invites us though to ponder something more
Beyond the glitz and glamour of the fabled sports elite
A love that holds the universe, and me – is hard to beat