A short poem by Susan Gately

[New City Magazine – October 2020, page 23]

Everything monitored
Everything mounted
Calories spent
As footsteps are counted.
Seeking to
control with all
My future, health
And each footfall.

And in You step
To cast away
The fortress built
On feet of clay.
No compromise,
no deal, no sway
No say for me
Just sit, obey.

You sing your song
I sing along.
And behold a chant
I never knew:
‘Behold I do make
All things new.’

A vast horizon
Hard to see
Is opening up
In front of me.
The future blank
But irony
In your footfall
My life is freed.

[See the article in full PDF edition on page 23]

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