High on the light rope walk,
Flying in the big top, over tigers and clowns,
I was dizzy in circus chaos
On ladders, spinning plates, tumbling in candyfloss.
In the mayhem, Lord, the most unlikely place
To see You, in the fairground crowds,
Ministering to the painted people on the edges,
The freak show acrobats,
Smiles frozen in old coffee,
The travelling show of the untamed,
Punching dreams into a wishful sky
And alternative prayers
For heaven’s trapeze
And the swing through the hoop of fire.