If there were gravity upon the sky,
We'd crash into it, head-on,
And then come crashing back, on land,
And perhaps keep crashing on.
So now, had we a Lord other than the One,
How pointless, confused we'd be!
Crash-landing here, and there, and here,
With nothing for solidarity.
And had we, now, no gravity at all,
Naught to secure us down,
Wouldn't we be spinning off and floating in space,
Nothing to grapple to aground?