Saturday, 23 July 2016

searching for Sabbath

I have learned that mourning is a time for dance....

there is a dance for sorrow just is there is a dance for joy

I dance in the footsteps of those who have gone before me

my tears are a salty waterfall 

that moves in the light of their shadows 

 tiny splashes of silver and white

it is not to celebrate their lives that I dance

though I do cherish their lives-

I dance because the sorrow is so great 

that I cannot help but move my broken self

in recognition

There is a natural beauty in a dance of sorrow

and I have learned to find it's rhythm within me

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