knees pressed against the wood

the grain easily imprinted

etching a pattern scrolled

fine lines with swirls and nonfiction

a feather in your cap so to speak

a disjointed tome in a column

still the weight becomes intense

as hope springs stoutly eternal

bracing a shank with a leg up

a dally between a gam and a wing

a scripted feature teasing

to an extremity with footing

as an answer rested in bedrock

like a bone of contention with flesh

a pedestal filled with blood and muscle

with only one purpose in mind

to kneel before Amazing Grace

in an elegant stance of surrender