We stand on tall stilts Stuttering, scampering One leg: your promises One leg: life’s pitfalls Tumbling through valleys and trouncing the hills Towering over our own shaky tendons Time and trust taunt us all One foot is full The other is faint One stirrup is sure the other uncertain Even while standing strolling or sitting we stumble, we fall again again again What does it mean to find your footing? We fashion our footprints move our muscles only to learn we're still frightened of falling We pray wordless pleas That, please! This faith outweighs our fear Still, we need both feet frail as they feel Because valleys veer on and walking is faithful So we step out (on stilts) Shaking or still again again again
