This brief twirl around the years
Spinning in the orbit
Past disintegrating fears
Dancing on a floor lit
By stars completed and only waking
Lord of the Dance,
Is a precious gift You’ve given.
The barefoot struggles
Running against the tide
Piecing together immense puzzles
Breathing, taking in stride
The intensity and the mundane
Lord of the Battles,
Your presence redeems each step.
The crackle and popping
Of the flickers of hope untamed
Climbing without stopping
Into a fierce and ferocious flame
Illuminating the darkness with truth
Lord of Innumerable Lights
Shine on eternally.