A celebration of dance and prayer and how the two relate to one another...
I slouch
Knees inverted
My back against a wall
That is tall
In a hall
That is dim.
A wall flower
That is dying
And crying
And vying
For a chance to be noticed by Him.
My palms sweat
Brows wet
For someone I’ve rarely met
Who I’m sure won’t remember me.
He is well known
Well liked
Well loved
Well received
And I am
Well
No One.
The wallflower
A girl who is dying
And crying
And vying
For a chance to be noticed by Him.
He enters
I listen
My pulse races
As he paces
Closer to my side of the wall.
The girls he passes
Are more lovely than anything
I could dream
With skin made of cream
And eyes that gleam
Burst of blue, brown and green
And hair with glimmering sheen
And a body that seems
More schemed
Than natural.
He passes
These splashes
Of perfection
And glides closer to my side of the wall.
He sees me
The wallflower
That is dying
And crying
And vying
For a chance to be noticed by Him.
My palms sweat
Brows wet
For someone Ive rarely met
And he sets
His hand on mine
Pulling me onto the floor
Which is no easy chore
He powerfully whisks me into his arms
I blush
As a rush
Of adrenaline
Takes my feet into the air
Others stare
As we soar beyond time and space
I see only his face
When the ground crumbles beneath us.
We continue our dance
Until every circumstance
And the sorrow
Of tomorrow
Fade into oblivion.
In his arms
I am supported
No longer contorted
And defined
By my spine
Against a wall
But a fall
A fall into my lover’s arms
That disarms
Every fear
And tear
bringing cheer
As my dear
Pulls me in closer to his heart.
He calls to me
And I speak.
In his presence
I am no longer weak
And I finally reach my peak
I am who I want to be
I am who He made me to be
I laugh out loud
In the clouds
That shroud
The crowds below us.
The crowds yell at me from the valley.
They reach for me there.
I want to let go
I feel myself falling
But He is holding me still
He takes me to the mountain
And we dance on a fountain
Walking on water
My feet fodder
Making splashes
As I crash and
Bask in
All that He is.
I love this day
And the way
That we play
And we dance
And I say
Why can’t it always be this way
I hear him say
It is always so
When you pray
Because to pray
is to open the door
to the floor
where the one you adore
stands
waiting for a dance.
Friday, August 13, 2010
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