I speak to you of gravity
Not some unfriendly force
I wish that only gravity
Would be the thing enforced.
But other forces come and go
Strong and weak and charged.
And what is more, velocity
That initial constant true
Results in circles never closed
Instead of closeness new.
Oh, why does man not understand
The graveness of his acts?
I fight and fight but then regress,
And know not where I stand.
And in clarity of moments brief,
We would but die of grief.
Love would understand the most,
But is not one to boast,
So how can one the Name now know
If death the knowledge dealt?
And what if I my head bowed low,
Or before the Presence knelt?
It seems that dumbness conquers grace
In moments most malign,
But what would I for my life do,
With happiness divine?
Gravity, will take your course,
And draw the circle tight?
The force's differential trait
Is greater in degree
Than that of this dull thing
We call velocity.
And yet the paths that we have set
Do have this thing, alright:
This thing we call, heh, gravity,
But in a different right.
I wish that I could see,
I wonder where I'll go,
But then I would not love this ride,
And regrets would never know.
The tears I cry, a gift from Him,
How blessed be His Name,
I thank Him for His gift to me,
And trust in His big game.
I ask then, friend, one thing of you:
Do know how grave your moment now,
But don't let it interfere;
Trust in grace and what is promised,
Your soul is much too dear.