Kylie Dawson Playing Soccer, enjoying the Grace Amidst the chaos of the Olympic year - the expectation, the stress, the exhaustion - I find peace in the simplest of places, the place where I have always found grace - in the game. Here is my poetic tribute to the Grace of the Game. The Grace of the Game When I was young. In a song unsung, In the melody of play Sweeping me away The Grace of the Game Called me by name. I heard it. Through open ears, Wisdom beyond my years, In the tap of a ball Beating back – drumming - against the wall. I saw it. On long summer drives, And in the joyful slapping of fives In courageous eyes A power beckoned itself alive. And I felt it. In the fever of night, And morning bright, In afternoon calm, The whispers of a wordless psalm, I found it. Yes, the grace. In the focus of a face In the midst of a race