A well-timed illness
A surgery
A grand mystery
For you and me?

A lull in work
To think and reflect
Drama removed
So I can sit with yours?

These days I feel
So close to God
I hear his poets
What goes on behind the scenes

It feels so empty
When you’re free
We’re beasts of burden
Naturally

God wanted to dance
I still resist
Never have been good
At being led