Touchstone: The Tee Time
I like to imagine that when Bob arrived — wherever such arrivals take place —
There wasn’t a solemn gate or a trumpet call,
but a golf course in the early morning.
The air is just cool enough to feel new.
His bag was already waiting on the cart.
A couple of old friends waving from the first tee.
“Hey, Bob,” one of them called.
“We’ve got a tee time.”
No lectures, no judgments, no paperwork —
just the sound of laughter, a clean drive,
and the sense that, finally, he was right on time.
Sometimes peace looks like that —
a simple game resumed,
No scorecard required.
We are here wishing you a good game,