Stop time: There is a grunt in the gap.
Stop time: There is a head nod in the gap.
Stop time: There is a hallelujah in the gap.
Stop time: There is a shudder in the gap.
Stop time: There is a well in the gap.
Stop time: There is a hiccup in the gap.
Stop time: Got a foot shuffle in the gap.
Stop time: There is a bright light in the gap.
Stop time: There is a breath in the gap.
In the congregation, the rigid law
of time is shattered by that sudden
stop; that breaking of all order,
making someone stumble if they
don’t know the path; making a body
wonder at the space left, the emptiness;
sudden so, sudden so, sudden so.
In the congregation, in that moment
when the handclaps and showering,
the crowded in room, and the sweat
eats away at the talc; a body
finds itself in the gap, and this
dance that lifts a big clumsy
man to his feet makes him
turn, makes him jump, makes
him holler, everything, louder
and louder, everything! And here
in this chapel the world is held
in the cradle of a song, and for this
one moment, he knows how to walk,
how to ride through the world, how stop
time is the music of our resistance
and the song is the healing of all pain.
Stop time: There is a Praise God in the gap.
Stop time: There is a hmmmm in the gap.
Stop time: There is a Jesus in the gap.
Stop time: There is a Yes suh in the gap.
Stop time: There is a hmmmm in the gap.
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