Jesus, keep me from deifying
Gravity with those memories
Of self-pining, pinned down,
Fastened to floors of unforgiving.
Lord Jesus, Come help me defy
Gravity, grant moments
Of rising above
With leaps of grace and mercy.
When I walk, may it be light
Obedient steps
Morphing into a dervish dance
While gravity spirals away.
You were found
right before first position,
just for a while.
We brushed prayers out and up
for beauty not to be fleeting,
just for a while.
We rubbed our toes in your chalk
pictures on the driveway,
just for a while.
Our arms were extended,
flowing like a swan’s,
just for a while.
And we gathered you
under our wings,
just for a while,
because,
in a while
you will dance.
Gerald the Writer 