A unique poem about faith and perspective. The idea behind this oddly came at an ice rink. |
- Above My Gravity Center- by Keaton Foster Balance Challenged Above my gravity center Seeking forgiveness Somewhat unrelenting Up here In these clouds There are no sounds No clues of direction Up here Way above Is God’s home His hallelujah For those brave few That have walked the line And for those many others That followed close behind I know Well aware That in this place I don’t belong Off kilter I feel like I’m always close to falling Tumbling down Ass over tea kettle The impact No doubt Would be great More than life More than death Combined Endless within time Spiritual-lessness defined God Always likes to make a point I’m a fine example Of just how far he’ll go As unwanted visitor I continue to walk around Inspecting All while pretending That I somehow Am meant to be here To willingly step Where there is no ground Oh the madness Faith Of course Would come in handy I should have lived the good book I should have been willing To believe the unbelievable But I was not And now I’m here In these clouds Wandering around Pretending like I belong When clearly I do not Above my gravity center Higher than I’ve ever been Higher than I’ve ever thought Am I still alive Or am I all but dead Wondrous is the question That it’s always too late to ask I don’t know what’s coming next How could I ever Faith of course Would help me deal with such A paradoxical predicament as this But such a thing as faith Is what I have least of all… Above My Gravity Center Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |