I answered a question never asked,
thought something which never was.
Then wrote it on a page which
remained stubbornly blank,
and lifted into the sky while
held by gravity onto this Earth.

I held a book open to a page,
felt the words sear in my heart,
yet they painted no lucid picture
in my mind, as spirit of something
greater drifted by, somewhere on
high as gravity held me firm.

I then looked down and saw
it was good, it was home, it was
our Earth, and place to revere,
to grow things, ourselves, each other
to raise up.  As gravity, in its way
brought me to my knees in prayer.