Ropes Course
I was glad
for the training
and for being strung up
like a marionette
when the rope
I walked on
swayed uncontrollably,
throwing me off,
and I dangled
among green pines
thirty feet above
the forest floor.
Prayer is like that,
a tether to the unmovable
so when you slip
you don’t slam
to the ground.
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