Solid ground

Constant God,

You are the one fixed point in a universe that never stops moving;

expanding, exploding, orbiting, spinning on its axis;

the very earth beneath our feet shifts and shrugs,

magma boils beneath the surface, fluid.

No wonder we find it difficult to keep our balance.

When we learned to dance, the teacher said

to pick a spot on which to fix our eyes,

and let our body spin around it,

our focus constant,

to guard against motion sickness, dizziness, the fall.

Constant God,

fix us on you so that in the rise and fall of

breath and death,

in the steady erosion of glacial grooves

and the rush of the flood, we are not overwhelmed,

nor frightened to fall against you.

Amen.

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