Splashdowns Hold the Hymnal Together

If you wear scuba gear

And I'm inside an astronaut suit

We place our gloves on the pew

And remove our flippers and hoses and boots

If hymn books pages are doves

Or splashdown capsules found

They perch upon our empty gloves out of health

While wool is repelled and unbound

He will raise his staff over the waters

The spiraling waves are drawn out by the plotters

They're still spilling south

Angels train underwater

Before they come to walk in our space

In neutral buoyancy labs they displace

What gravity breaks

The winding of spools

Stir up our pools

With the tips of their wings