On Dancing Through
When I look at stacks of paper and pencils on the table
I don’t think of writing
I think of dancing
Is that strange?
Writing began as I had to move through the
saddest of saddest grief
In order to learn how to move again I had to stop moving
When his heartbeat stopped
everything stopped
I sat still in silence with the memory of my brother to keep his memory moving within me
In the stillness
God settled in
Through the swirls and twirls of the saddest of saddest grief
my spirit entwined with His
as if in a dance
and I began to write
For a time there was a shield
from the pain
For a time it didn’t seem real
For a time the unknown distance between us became
so dark
so cold I was numb and yet
so fiery
Stuck in a space that stole my breath
I moved with weights on my limbs
Yet in this space of grief
I was moving through
Because when grief moves in
when suffering surrounds
transformation is happening
Grace, the Dance
Take courage
You are moving through
Unexplainable Power
You are moving through
Inexpressible Joy
You are moving through
This movement to new Life is
The Dance within
