Catapulting the moat without knowledge of what lies
beneath my returning feet.
Aggression with motion
an earnest feeling of passion
yet transcends not peace.
How is it that the drawbridge be lowered?
I seek, but with metal claws, not silent wisdom
of the sages.
Can wisdom be received in motion? Can motion disturb the
silence too much to hear the answer?
Grant me greater stillness Lord, to hear thy voice,
to let down the drawbridge of my heart and others to
May springing forward, the leaping through air be on
the wings of thy grace, not the aggression of fear.