Joining with the community that is Five Minute Friday with the lovely Lisa Jo Baker. We like to write, not for comments or traffic or anyone else’s agenda. But for pure love of the written word. For joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker.
Five minutes on:
Jump (for my love) those Pointer Sisters shriek at us in their flared, spangly white, against insistent thumping soundtrack. That fop-haired English actor who wiggles his hips and Dad-dances down the Downing Street stairs, seal-performing for all the portraits of past important-leaders-of-the-land.
Jumping long. Lengthily held world records, rarely broken. Beamon’s record of a two feet increment in 1968 demonstrated in our small one-time village chapel. Take-off where the preacher stood and landing in the middle of the road outside the door.
Armstrong jumping from earth to moon in a rocket. He had the measure of what he was seeing and the significance of history, coloured by Your eyes.
‘One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind’
Yet performances and big records are relatively insignificant to You, Lord
This leaping like a disco machine to impress people whom people elevate to importance. That distance of any jump, is but a baby-step.
You who left Your father’s throne to walk alongside us.
Dancing with those that everyone else overlooks.
One small, but heavily weighted step that unleashes all this:
Grace and love like mighty rivers
Flowed incessant from above
And heaven’s peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love
No jumping to taste kisses.
Undeservedly leaving Your touch with us.