And She Dances

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Light, robed in fabric

satin-spun with sun-beams,

sways – swirls, extends

muscles and feet

.

in secretive dance

upon stage soft as

silk. Her music is

the subtle sigh of lonesome

.

 

pines, the cadence of

songbirds greeting the

dawn, the rustle of

feathers in flight;

 

she delights in this

moment, this filament of time

hung on summer breeze,

and she dances. Her

.

body melts into

nature’s melody – is

electrified by its pulse,

consumed by its rhythm,

.

choreographed by its

raw emotion. She lets go,

jubilation in every line,

and she dances.

 

 

 

Significance

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Small progress, to be sure,

overlooked by all casual observers,

but don’t miss its significance. It is

profundity in prose,

a missive spelling out

constitutional reform,

 emancipation of slaves. It is

a palette of life to starving artists,

Monet painting van Gogh

in the round.

A Master Chef’s confection

to a parched refugee,

it teases taste buds

and tastes of freedom. It is

story choreographed,

bringing tears unbidden in

 a dark theater,

goosebumps on arms

beneath evening dress.

Beethoven’s ears opening to

Moonlight Sonata

for the first time

and dancing with the pulse of

a thousand known notes

are contained in its single song.

Galaxies are formed in its confinement,

hope carved in foliar flare;

life lives here.

See it

with

new eyes.

Taste it.

Feel it in the way your chest moves in and out,

how your brow contracts in the thinking.

Small progress, to be sure –

but don’t .

Miss.

Its.

Significance.

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For a devotional on this theme, visit Growing with God in my Garden

The Dance

She can’t help herself –

her toes beg to tap on a dance-floor of gold.

Her feet undulate and shimmer, prance and quiver,

pulses of energy on surface of steel.

She teases and entices,

twirling and swirling to the beat of

the Universe’s great heart;

she intuitively moves

to its rhythmic cadence.

Her pace quickens as the music fades into the night.

Desperate, she tries one more move,

one more spin on the dance-floor,

and then,

spent,

her eyelids fall on the evening,

and the dance

is at an end.

Morning Sunlight

Morning Sunlight on the run –

Kissing buds when night is done,

Traipsing barefoot in the dew,

Dancing dainty slippers through

Meadows carpeted with lace;

Enchanted, Sunlight runs its race

To outrun Time in boisterous dance;

The morrow grants her another chance…

If You Chose

If you chose, you could dwell in midnight shade,

Covered in shadows, a shroud of despair;

The darkness would hide, your infirmities fade,

If you chose the safety of blackened lair.

But here in the sunshine, your beauty blooms,

Radiance spills from your vulnerable stance;

Reflecting Creator, created resumes,

Tripping the light fantastic in dance.

Prom Night

 

Demure in blues of baby shade,

You nod and smile as you parade

In prom-night dress to fit a Queen;

Your graceful beauty sets the scene.

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Your petticoats are double-tight,

With underthings of purest white,

The slippers on your tiny feet

Will float all night to prom-time beat.

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Young gentlemen with faces bright

Will circle you, and your eye’s light;

You’ll look back on this and smile,

O debutante in prom-night style.