There is the clay
And the life within the clay
Both hold the glory of God
Both are held in that dear embrace.
It’s such a silly dance I dance,
Trying to decide if its you or me
Who takes each step, within the flow.
So, thinking too hard about the steps,
I forget that dancing is less about my feet,
And more about the music.
My focus, once again, awry.
Only, on occasion,
The beauty takes my from myself.
I find that I am whirling in your arms,
Alight with joy, full of you,
And … fully me.
I do not lose myself.
I loose myself,
When I turn my attention
From my feet
To your embrace.
Then, I find the music
And I can dance.
Are you befuddled, like I am?
Were you caught off guard
By the once-again willfulness
Of these, (of us) your dear children?
Are you saddened by
Our angry rejection – each of the other
As we each try to be right enough
To gain your approval?
When will we wake up to the love
Already wrapped around our shoulders?
When will we learn to giggle together
Under the blanket of your grace?
Each breath draws in.
Each breath empties out.
The quiet deepens.
I release my fluttering thoughts into the void.
I refuse to ride my thoughts away.
I let them go, without me
And am surprised to see that I remain.
They do not hold the deepest me.
I do not know why that is a surprise
But I smile as I snuggle down into your lap.
I rest my heart upon your whisper
And turn my cheek to your caress.
Your lullaby is a wordless melody
Sung in the quiet forever
Only audible in stillness
But ever there.
I rouse myself enough to wonder
If my bliss seems boring to the more adventurous souls.
You croon and hold me close
And my heart beats with excitement.
This quiet moment is, indeed, but foreplay …
[the photo is my own]