Lips
tight with anticipation:
come on, grimace as if it’ll save
your life.
Your tendons tight in exertion:
twist
like a coiled spring.
the moment that matters.
The sling, the stone, the shepherd boy.
The sling, the stone, the shepherd boy.
The twist, the movement.
“The name of the God of Jacob defend thee,”
said
the Psalmist once.
(They sometimes call you that.)
(They sometimes call you that.)
And now
I think you’re right.
“But we
are risen, and stand upright,”
and you
knew that the risen,
the actors, not objects,
the actors, not objects,
will God deliver.
God wants actors,
not loungers. Not danglers.
Not perfect bodies, but moving bodies.
Maybe your body was perfect, but I’m more sure it
was moving.
The quiver, the feet in position,
the twisting, the tightening,
the
grip on a stone like it’ll save your life.
Lean
backward, twist forward,
Release.
And God delivers.