The See-Saw Poem by Matthew Pullar

The motion pulls us this way and that, astride
A swaying plank of ever moving force,
And how we go, how you and I both ride
The gambit and the sure and certain course
Is now to trust and now to hold our arms
Beside our sides as slowly we both bend,
Though never safe yet always far from harm,
The only certainty that this will end.
Now up, now down, the movement takes us all
In dips and troughs and soaring heights, to trees;
There's special providence in sparrows' falls
And quantum joy within the rushing breeze;
And by the see-saw's side our Father stands,
Gently reaching with His shaking hands.