written July 2008, 2 years ago: God, there is so much change and growth going on in my life. You are helping me understand myself better. Sometimes I get tired of the energy it takes to continue growing. And that is where I was yesterday as I sat by the Lake:
Yesterday the grasses danced in the wind.
They did not resist nor did they fight .
They danced a graceful dance . . .
gently swaying, dipping
and then suddenly changing direction
all in response to the wind.
Today the dance is much gentler . . .
The wind is gentler.
At first the grasses look fragile . . .
as if they could break . . .
as if they have no mind of their own.
Then I see - each blade is strong.
Its strength lies in its ability to
bend and sway
all in response to
the wind.
Lord, You speak to me through this dance.
I am calmed. . .
enchanted by the
grace-filled movement.
I want the "true me". . .
the one you created
to dance.
I cannot forsake this journey.
I must continue.
Lord, let me be full of grace
bringing calm and sweet peace
to those who watch me dance
in response to your Holy Spirit.
Help me uncover the "true self" . . .
the one you created me to be.
And then shed the "false self"
the one that works so hard
to preserve its image.
Help me pay attention
to YOU . . .
the one who made me.
And let the true me dance.
1 Reply to “The Dance”
I absolutly love our poem/prayer. It brings back the memories of losing my beloved granddaughter, Alysa Mae (13) to a heart condition while running track at school. We had a special bond and so many plans for the future but God had bigger and better plans for her than those with Grandma. To add salt to the open sore her Mom couldn’t deal with it and took her own life a few months later. All in all God has been good to us! I must copy your prayer and recite it often to myself. Thank you! Marilea
I absolutly love our poem/prayer. It brings back the memories of losing my beloved granddaughter, Alysa Mae (13) to a heart condition while running track at school. We had a special bond and so many plans for the future but God had bigger and better plans for her than those with Grandma. To add salt to the open sore her Mom couldn’t deal with it and took her own life a few months later. All in all God has been good to us! I must copy your prayer and recite it often to myself. Thank you! Marilea