I’m heading out,
another Sunday slouch,
a church mouse.
Won’t you come with?
Sit next to me,
and we’ll pray.
Stand, and songs
will be sung,
harmony hung.
We’ll open the Book
of macro stories
of micro beings.
We will see
each other as trees.
I climb you,
You let me.
You limb trim me,
and I grow.
Sit next to me God,
don’t let me be,
and I’ll scooch nearer.
Gerald the Writer 
Hadn’t heard the word scooch for some time. Love the concept of scooching nearer to God!
A scooch is better than a wink.
A persuasive invitation.
May it always be.