Dance | When it's dark
and you can't see
all around you
all you want to see,
but still you
remember
the joys of
yesterday
and other times
gone by,
dance!
Your dance is not
born from assurance,
from seeing all
and knowing all,
it is a dance of joy
because you were known
-- are known.
When it's dark
and you can't see
everyone you want to see,
it's okay to
dance
a dance of praise
for all that was
and all that is
and all that
is yet to be.
A little dance
of joy and praise
glows
shimmers
ripples
floats
out
away.
dance!
and all that sit
out in the dark
smile and nod
and plan a way
to move
a little
closer
to your
little dance
of
light.
So much is going on right now ... so much I still do not understand ... yet ... so much ... such incredible things have happened to me. I am beginning to understand that I do not have to be grumpy because I do not understand tomorrow ... nor do I really understand my todays. All the same I can let go and dance a dance of joy for all that I have received so far -- for what I have come to understand as blessing.
The little light in this image is some part of the greeting lights I use to see on the opposite shore as we crossed the two-mile bridge over Lake Tawakoni going home at night. I loved to try to capture them as we bumped across the bridges rhythmic ridges. Over the years I captured several series and there is a pattern to them that reflects the bridge's ridges.
V needed some light images for a school project and I dredged them up. I had three similar to this one. She created an intriguing mush-up of the three and she says I can have it ... some day.
This one, though, put my mind to thinking of a little man shaking a tamborine. Which brought me again to thoughts of how ungrateful I can be ... God has provided some amazing things for us in the last years--and especially in the last sixty days. But I've wasted far too much time griping about what I don't know about the future and what I haven't received. And I have to admit I've spent a fair amount of time stealing my joy and my husband's joy.
So as I looked at this image ... and thought about the joy I use to feel just looking across the bridge towards home ... and as I cleaned the image up ... and wrote the ditty ... and remembered my lessons of late ...
well I am certain it's time for a change in my behavior.
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What do you think of this little funny man and my ... mmm ... basic refusal to accept joy? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
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