Shindig
Dancing molecules twist and shimmy
hip-bumping in the air above my skin
as memories of your faithfulness fill me.
Celebration.
They stretch my emotions like the tight skin on a
sweaty Cuban drum that's eager to pound out this
aging hipster's praise.
Celebration.
The feathered wing of an
inquiring angel brushes against my arm.
It's getting crowded in the cleft of the Rock.
Celebration.
Under its echoey pebbled ceiling I can hear
your heart's finger-snappin' beat. This
percussionist's praise will sizzle to its rhythm.
Celebration.
The conga bug has bitten me. I worship in this
place of shelter, as loose shale and rocks do a slow
syncopated shuffle into a boiling sea.
Celebration.
Dancing molecules twist and shimmy
hip-bumping in the air above my skin
as memories of your faithfulness fill me.
Celebration.
They stretch my emotions like the tight skin on a
sweaty Cuban drum that's eager to pound out this
aging hipster's praise.
Celebration.
The feathered wing of an
inquiring angel brushes against my arm.
It's getting crowded in the cleft of the Rock.
Celebration.
Under its echoey pebbled ceiling I can hear
your heart's finger-snappin' beat. This
percussionist's praise will sizzle to its rhythm.
Celebration.
The conga bug has bitten me. I worship in this
place of shelter, as loose shale and rocks do a slow
syncopated shuffle into a boiling sea.
Celebration.