Having lost my rhythm, I lost my way. Life was leading me on without a dance to the step. Something shared between us - the beating heart pacing both our moves - was nearly muted in the track. Isolated vocals of a prayer bumping its way down a circumstantial creek, missing the natural orchestral arrangement, come to you, Lord, and you probably wonder what powers my words. The shred of soul that still can be reignited whole - cries out for a dynamic hook! I am not asking for a return on the life you’ve given me, no, I am asking for my long crossings to be across suspension bridges that shake (shake, shake!) with my full weight. May the voice in my head that says “do not look down” come from a place of courage rather than workaday exhaustion. May I realize myself as someone alive at such terrific heights (and life itself, friends, is a height!) that each breath has already claimed me as its inevitable dance partner. I can’t stop this feeling; the feet of my soul are always tapping. Oh, this rhythmic sensitivity - I can only forget it. And Lord, may I remember again and again!